Gettin Money lyrics

`I`ll be getting money till the day that I die`



[Mike G]

Lace up a fattie of the greenery, bounce and check the scenery

Anticipation of the raw fills up the whole vicinity

Legendary quotes from promissory notes

Authentic fatigues wrapped around your throat

Coming hitting like a hammer

My overuse of truthful grammar might send me to the slammer

So I got my alibi, so if the DA try to make me fry

I`ll poke him in his eye with a who, what, when and why

Oh no, not I, done hit you up with the jimmy so now identify

Cause whether dollars or yens, the 5-ohs always want to apprehend

A brother for doing his thing



[Afrika]

A yo! Hotshots rock spots and smoke chocolate thai

Talking about getting money till the day they die

Make money money, make money money money

Take money money, take money money money!

Suit getting chunky, well you see my pockets` fat

Enough to go around ten times and come back

Be the A double B on the thousand G bill

Circle it around from Brooklyn to Castle Hill

Right from the getty we caught bank from the piggy

Cause we give it to you raw down to the nitty-gritty

People acting shitty when they see me counting fifties

Buying new sneakers, `Yo, son! Where`d you get these?!`



[Mike G]

Brush off the comp like lint after the hit

No one`s seen the brothers with the three shades of tint

Only a sign they`re in like Flynt and haven`t reached the extent

We use the brain as the furnace and the mouth as the vent

>From the set off we jump on the mic and go get off

Versatile styles bursting back and forth

>From the dealers and shakers, we fill the rhymes pages

To catch them papers we`re back with flavours



[Afrika]

Kick the lotto, that`s my motto, stash the loot in the bottle

Fill my tank up with gas and then hit the throttle

Me and Mike G lamping like Lamar and Rollo

Rocking the mic, ripping shit at the Apollo

Check the promoter for my quota

Money quench my thirst like Dr Pepper soda



[Mike G]

Recognise by the G` at the end of the name

The aroma in the air when I spark a new flame

It was the DJs in the park that put a start to the game

That`s what made me grab the mic and go seek fame

And put a shame to the emcees with styles too lame

For the treasures I lust but I fall short of, In God We Trust

But I learned that doesn`t mean they can`t be touched

Just if you`re too slow then you might get crushed

Or bite the dust, bite the dust, bite the dust



[Afrika]

Mega bucks in armoured trucks falling out the sky



`I`ll be getting money till the day that I die`



[Mike G]

You ask why we stay fly



`I`ll be getting money till the day that I die` [repeat to fade]