Dead Presidents III

[Produced by Ski Beatz]

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]

I defy odds, even if I divide y'all

At least 10 percent of my rhythm is arithmetic

Killer with the wit, drench 'em in the spit

Infrared hot, chillin' with your bitch

You're dead right, you're dead wrong without your dead presidents

I'm an old head, but Ab stack bread present tense

What part about making money represents you?

You're on the broke side, I rock your boat ride, don't cry

Get your paper up, like hands at my shows

I send this verse through MoneyGram, a hundred grand for my flow

Aside from the fast cars and the chains that glow

There's gotta be a better way to go

Like them backstreets, ducking them sobriety tests

Blunt in the ashtray, Colt 45 on your breath

Fuck what Ab say, I told Carlito it's that way

Blow dinero, torpedo through your national bank

And pay attention, niggas

[Chorus: Jay Rock]

Get money, being broke is a joke – homie, it ain't funny

Get money, being broke is a joke – homie, it ain't funny

Get, get money my niggas

Get money, being broke is a joke – homie, it ain't funny

Get, get money my bitches

Get money, being broke is a joke – homie, it ain't funny

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]

You probably thinking I'm aggravated when I say I foresee the future

Minus the white boy on Final Destination

They say it's one Nation under God

But my reality, one person under a gun

And the funny thing

My paper chasing just begun

Still premature and being the black entrepeneur

In this world where we lust for more money, cash and whores

Got me defining life without my high school thesaurus

Blink twice when you see my Porsche headlights

My car is better than yours

I rub it in, like over-the-counter ointment

You're in desperation thinking that you can coexist

With the immortal vocalist, Ford dealerships ain't this focussed

Even when barefooted, the funky rhythm I still kick

Dead presidents is the medicine for my evil heart

More Franks than a ballpark, porcupine sharp

When I dress, when I talk, a dollar bill eject

My conversations about money, what you expect?

[Chorus: Jay Rock]

Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it ain't funny

Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it ain't funny

Get, get money, my niggas

Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it ain't funny

Get, get money, my bitches

Get money, being broke is a joke, homie it ain't funny

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Ab-Soul]

Finna diminish any nigga tryna get involved

The fuck they be thinking? Nothing at all

They go against, but still can't float against

No options, flows like a cheese pizza, no topping

Big rig through both lanes, you play possum

You can't see me, flow cleaner than the water made by Fiji

Money clip like "Feed me"; flyer than an airman straight from Tuskegee

Shoot you out the air, man, bring your high down

The next morning your hungover from the sober sound

Or the four pound, Soviet Unions in your town

What your homies doin'?

Theres some more bullets to go around, now

We can all get paper like Xerox

Or we can just reset Tetris and clear blocks

Or better yet, sum us out the money and buy stock

Or call Will to the car dealer and buy the lots

Getting paid, period, every hour on the dot

[Chorus: Jay Rock]

Get money, being broke is a joke – homie, it ain't funny

Get money, being broke is a joke – homie, it ain't funny

Get, get money, my niggas

Get money, being broke is a joke – homie, it ain't funny

Get, get money, my bitches

Get money, being broke is a joke – homie, it ain't funny