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Jungle Brothers - 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]

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