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For as long as rappers have been making money from music, there has been music about making money. In 2012 artists pushed themselves to newer and more imaginative heights of excess in their rhymes, despite the financial woes the rest of the country might be experiencing.

In some cases they are actually living that large (we see you Jay-Z) in other cases it’s a tribute to just how expansive the baller’s capacity for exaggeration has become. So raise a glass of your favorite carbonated beverage and check out some of the most expensive lyrics of 2012.

12. 50 Cent, “Money”

“I’m in London blowin pounds, Japan blowin yen

It’s the methodical diabolical n*gga with a grin

My stash look like a rainbow, my money is gay

11. Nicki Minaj, “Come On A Cone”

Flying spurs for hers; me I’m f*cking above it

And I just got the ghost, and I’m calling it (Casper)

But this sh*t is so cold, it belong in Alaska

Why the f*ck am I styling? I competes with myself

When you win against Nicki, you depleted your wealth.

10. Lil Wayne,” Bandz A Maker Her Dance”

I don’t tip, I pay bills, b*tches call me buffalo

Her stomach in and her ass out

I’m flyer than the ones they pass out

If money grow on trees, I branched out

9. 2 Chainz “No Lie”

Got ya car note in my cup, and your rent in my swisha

That p*ssy so good I miss you, head game’s so vicious

And all I get is cheese like I’m taking pictures

8. Meek Millz, “Imma Boss”

Couple cars I dont neva drive, bikes I dont neva ride, crib I ain’t neva been

[to], pool I dont neva swim [in], fool u ain’t better than [me], I move like the

President!

7. Rick Ross  ”I Am Your Leader”

8 digits I’m clocking, a lot of gold in my bracelet

7 figures on watches, I told my mama I made it

Made a deal for my project, just give me 10 mill I’m gravy

I went back to the projects, and 2 mill in mercedes

I get hit from your lady, have her bill me later

I’m on school with the hustle, just gave Rihanna my pager

6. Drake “No Lie”

2 Chainz and Champagne

You want true, that’s true enough

Forbes list like every year, my office is my tour bus

5. Big Sean, “Guap”

I done paid taxes, paid dues, paid bills my whole life

So I’mma throw money in the air, like I’m tryin’ to pay the sky

4. Kanye West “Clique”/”Mercy”

Yeah I’m talking business, we talking CIA

I’m talking George Tenet, I seen him the other day

He asked me about my Maybach, think he had the same

Except mine tinted and his might have been rented

You know white people get money, don’t spend it

Or maybe they get money, buy a business

I rather buy 80 gold chains and go ign’ant

I know Spike Lee gone kill me but let me finish

Blame it on the pigment, we living no limits

Them gold Master P ceilings was just a figment

Of our imagination, MTV cribs

Now I’m looking at a crib right next to where TC lives

That’s Tom Cruise, whatever she accuse

He wasn’t really drunk he just had a frew brews

“Mercy”

Let the suicide doors up

I threw suicides on the tour bus

I threw suicides on the private jet

You know what that mean, I’m fly to death

I step in Def Jam building like I’m the shit

Tell ‘em give me fifty million or I’m-a quit

Most rappers taste level ain’t at my waist level

Turn up the bass ’til it’s up-in-your-face level

3. French Montana “Pop That”

Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc

Hundred large bring a mop

Cars tinted like Barack

Got a Brinks truck in my pocket

Thirty chains on my collar

Two drops, no mileage

Top off like Wallace

And I’m inhaling smoke, bitch know that

Filthy rich before rap

Your new deal, I throw that

2. Juicy J “Bandz A Make Her Dance”

Down in Atlanta, about to hit up Magic

Throw some money in the air, all the bad b*tches gone grab it

Straight off the floor she gone need a couple of bags

Like a broke ATM, I’m spillin’ all this cash

Them n*ggas in the club don’t be spending sh*t

20 stacks in one night, I be on trippy sh*t

My crib’s paid off, but I’m still paying rent

A couple of condos paid, she lovin’ every cent

1. Jay-Z “Three Kings”

Millions on the wall in all my rooms

N*ggas couldn’t f*ck with my daughter’s room

N*ggas couldn’t walk in my daughter’s socks

Banksy b*tches, Basquiat

I ran through that buck fifty Live Nation fronted me

They workin’ on another deal, they talkin’ two hundred fifty

I’m holdin’ out for three

Two seventy five and I just might agree

Ex-D-boy, used to park my Beamer

Now look at me, I can park in my own arena..

Props to MonsterLyrics & Rapgenius.com

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Rappin’ Paper: The Most Expensive Lyrics Of 2012  was originally published on theurbandaily.com