Gettin Money Lyrics
| Song | Gettin Money |
| Artist | Jungle Brothers |
| Album | Raw Deluxe |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DJ Sammy B, Hall, Small | |
| "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 billCircle 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 | |
| RolloRocking the mic, ripping shit at the | |
| ApolloCheck 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 | |
| TrustBut 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] |
| zuo ci : DJ Sammy B, Hall, Small | |
| " 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 5ohs 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 billCircle 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 nittygritty | |
| 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 | |
| RolloRocking the mic, ripping shit at the | |
| ApolloCheck 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 | |
| TrustBut 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 |
| zuò cí : DJ Sammy B, Hall, Small | |
| " 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 5ohs 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 billCircle 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 nittygritty | |
| 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 | |
| RolloRocking the mic, ripping shit at the | |
| ApolloCheck 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 | |
| TrustBut 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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