Dead Presidents III Kendrick Lamar & Jay Rock (Ft. Ab-Soul)

[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, Colt45 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