Get Money, Spend Money, No Money - Ice Cube (冰块酷八)

Written by：jackson

Tell me all my children fore i come throught is the hood in the buildin'(yes)

You wont belive what im dealing this west coas sh*t oh what a feelin (ahhhh)

Niggaz think im ** dealin cus i roled out with no muthaf**kin' sealing (none)

Is he worth a hundren million no need to ask Ice Cube how im livin (im living loc)

I still got the recipe South Central LA is the pedigree

Dont try to tell me wuh it better be i have your a** up in physical therapy

I outlaw like a Cherokee the rap industry tried to bury me

But if i die on a mike of a leraby im so heavy u b**ches couldnt carry me

Get money spend money no money lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a f**k)

Your money aint my f**king money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)

Get money spend money no money lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a f**k)

Your money aint my f**king money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)

I dont accept no disrespect only thing i expect is self check

Just grin and bare it got an a** whooping that your a** dont wanna inherit

Most rappers are parrots they say what they told to say to get a neck fool of carrots

Got your momma embarrassed how long before they callin' us terrorists ni**a-im serious (I)

Keep it gangsta but i keeps a job cus its hard to sleep when u steal and rob (and ya)

Got to run cus here comes the blob cus Uncle Sam is like part of the Mobb

Break your self he'll take your wealth dont get it twisted u a muthaf**kin' elf

And SantaClause will go for self all u got is your balls and your health

Get money spend money no money lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a f**k)

Your money aint my f**king money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)

Get money spend money no money lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a f**k)

Your money aint my f**king money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)

Niggaz brag about what they got but we dont own a skyscraper now thats paypa

One generation from slums happy for these little crumb you little bums

We saw u pull up but ni**a shut up (Shut up) you always talk about a f**kin' car or truck

You always talkin' bout some f**kin' rims on terrior that kinda sh*t will keep an a** inferior

Im tryina eat tomorro not tryina hear bout the little bitty sh*t u ball

Saw your little bitty house on cribs where u f**k your wife and feed your kids (uhuhh)

Ni**a be quiet aint sh*t private everything for sail u can buy it

All this self snitchin' all this self tellin' muthaf**kas going back to the watermelon

Get money spend money no money lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a f**k)

Your money aint my f**king money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)

Get money spend money no money lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a f**k)

Your money aint my f**king money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)

Get money spend money no money lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a f**k)

Your money aint my f**king money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)

Get money spend money no money lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a f**k)

Your money aint my f**king money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)