Rap quotes about money

Cash rules everything around me

C.R.E.A.M., get the money

Dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Huh, cop pulled me over in my imported Porsche

He said, "This car must be a hundred K", I said, "You forty short" (I said you short)

Drug dealer buy Jordan, crackhead buy crack

And the white man get paid off of all of that

I don't dance now, I make money moves (Ayy, ayy)

Couldn't afford a car, so she named her daughter Alexis

All this money, power, fame and I can't make you reappear

It's funny how money change a situation

Miscommunication lead to complication

My emancipation don't fit your equation

the chains and pajamas and champagne can’t be the endgame — not for us. Reckless capitalism kills black people.

Would you feed a grown man or expect him to hunt?

They take the money out the hood, but never invested in us

God on my line after all, but I ain't pick up when he called

Matter of fact, I ain't pick up at all, cause my bills paid now

Said my grace now, my lights is still on, so why would I pray now?

With my mind on my money and my money on my mind

It cost to be the boss, and it ain't get no cheaper

If I had a dime for every rhymer's that bust guns

I'd have a cool mil' for my sons in trust funds

Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe

You can be next in line and signed and still be writing rhymes and broke

Being broke is against my religion

A man that don't take care his family can't be rich

A rich man is one with knowledge, happiness, and his health

So I live by two words: "Fuck you, pay me"

I know that money come and go so money not my motive no mo’

I made enough to know I'll never make enough for my soul

Uh, people love to talk about the money that they make

Nobody wanna talk about the money that they save

Forget about the risk we took, I never can

Rebel in this white-man-world until they bury him (Bury him)

Being broke is so un-American

That's why I'm screaming All Money In, 'til the end, nigga

You would rather have a Lexus or justice?

A dream or some substance?

A Bimmer, a necklace or freedom?

Money talks, if you speak Guap-anese

A language better known if you gettin cheddar homes

Like I got 16 to 32 bars to rock it

But only 15% of profits ever see my pockets

She say love is for free, just expensive to shop

I blow my nose with your lil' check

Couple problems my cash can't help

Human issues, too strong for tissues

False bravado all masked by wealth

I got a way with words, like I'm running with a phonics book

In school I didn't do the homework but I still got the subjects

Money ain't the object, money is the objective, gotta admit that

Go 'head, switch the style up

If niggas hate, then let 'em hate, and watch the money pile up"

I’m not in it for the fame. Everybody wanna be seen and held at the highest regard obviously but, you know, you can’t cash that out, you can’t take that to the bank.

I been gettin' at these coins as I'm breakin' down a brick

Made the jump to each level, Super Mario exists

I don’t chase money—I try to make the money chase me

Cartier glasses, I won't even peek at you

Yellow Ferrari like Pikachu

Critics: "He's out of his mind"; haters: "He's out of his prime" (I began to lose control)

Yet, always where the money's at like lottery signs

Rappers aren’t the really rich ones. We all have nice houses with studios and cars, but you need a piece of someone’s business to be super wealthy

Watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless

Feels like a midget is hangin' from my necklace

Being dead broke is the root of all evil

Take me away from the hood, in a casket or a Bentley

And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't

Jail is big business, believe me.

They never say gettin money slows your prayers up

Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her

He spend, you owe, that's what mommy taught her

You've got to be more into money than chicks. Your brain has to operate differently.

I got white-folks money that I won't blow

And if you ask why, 'cause the white folks don't

Material things ain’t nothing. You feel me? At the end of the day, it’s who you is. You wasn’t born with it, you gon’ die without it.

R-EVs and i7s turn my garage electric (Yeah)

Too cheap to cop a Bugatti, too gangster for a Tesla (Yeah)

We survivalists turned to consumers

You can get the money, you can get the power

But keep your eyes on the Final Hour

Money not everything, but I kinda need it though

If it don't make dollars, then it don't make any sense

These record labels slang our tapes like dope

A penny saved is a penny earned

So I'll be stacking up this copper as the city burn

I'm out for dead presidents to represent me

Tit-for-tat, goin' back and forth is not my passion

Took a trip to Paris to post another caption

A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah, life sucks (Haha)

Fuck the club, dawg, I rather count a million bucks (Ay)

I like Nike, but wait a minute

The neighborhood supports, so put some money in it

All corporations owe, they gotta give up the dough

To my town or else we gotta shut 'em down

I got 99 problems, getting rich ain't one

There's too much money floating around; nobody has to be worried about that shit. Everybody can rule their own slot.

Well off, wealthy, LV logo (Uh-huh)

Middle of July, but the wrist on snow-flow (Swish!)

Only do the Aspens, y'all can have the Poconos (Y'all can have that)