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[Intro: Marcus Black & Nipsey Hussle]

Hey, money, money

Hey, money, money, money

All Money In

Make money, money

Make money, money, money

No Money Out

Hey, money, money

Hey, money, money, money

Uh, yeah

All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]

Look

They always thinkin' small, I'm always livin' large

It's always pretty women hoppin' out my pretty car

I'm always takin' trips and not be goin' far

But they be payin' cash, so I be on my job

My brody made it home, now we back in the zone

First make a hundred thousand, then do it on parole

A nigga stop hatin' even on probation

I hustle harder, hustle smarter, and bring more cake in

Death to all talkin', watch demonstration

It's true the root of forced love is crew's infiltration

Watchin' niggas watch me as I stack this paper

Ain't no one chop a nigga down like I'm half Jamaican

No exaggeration, 'til then I ain't asked to take it

Now I'm the new crown holder and these streets is waitin'

Damn a nigga fly 'cause money on your mind

Put your hands in the sky like

[Chorus: Marcus Black]

All I dream about ('Bout)

All I dream about ('Bout)

All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper

All I dream about ('Bout)

All I dream about ('Bout)

All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper

[Post-Chorus: Marcus Black]

Now let me hear you say

Hey, money, money

Hey, money, money, money

Yeah

Make money, money

Make money, money, money

Now everybody say

Hey, money, money

Hey, money, money, money

Yeah

All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper

[Verse 2: Marcus Black]

Uh, one neck, three chains, nigga, god damn

I mob black, they movin' base like the Sox playin'

I'm goin' Full Force, Roxanne, Roxanne

They said I couldn't do it, I told 'em, "I can"

Or pick another nigga 'cause I will not lose

These are Louboutins, they are not shoes

Who want it, nigga? Duck, duck, goose

Four-door Aston lookin' like a coupe

I 'member when I used to dream about the paper

Now my mama open magazined and read about me, Paypa

Lookin' for the money? Everybody meet Paypa

Coldest nigga out, full-length mink, tailored

I never said I was the hardest or the illest

Just the realest to you midgets, I'm a giant in the buildin'

West side murder, south side Chicago

Money over everything and death to my rivals

Paypa

[Chorus: Marcus Black]

All I dream about ('Bout)

All I dream about ('Bout)

All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper

All I dream about ('Bout)

All I dream about ('Bout)

All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper

[Post-Chorus: Marcus Black]

Hey, money, money

Hey, money, money, money

Make money, money

Make money, money, money

Hey, money, money

Hey, money, money, money

All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper

(Paper)