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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)