Just Getting My Money Lyrics
| Song | Just Getting My Money |
| Artist | Crucial Conflict |
| Album | The Final Tic |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Johnson, King, Leverston ... | |
| Hook: Just getting my money | |
| All the girls in the world wanna ride wit me | |
| Just getting my money | |
| I'm a Chi-town playa can't you see | |
| Just getting my money | |
| Mack all the way what can | |
| I say Just getting my money | |
| I'm the prince of the funk | |
| And it sounds this way | |
| Verse 1: Cold | |
| Hard, Kilo | |
| Introducing myself as the chief-king | |
| Cold Hard | |
| Looking cold like the blow | |
| Of windsmoke like a bodyguard | |
| Slick as the slickest | |
| Slicker you can thinka | |
| Screw me ya goofy trick | |
| And then I'll switch ya | |
| Got me all hot when haters be at me | |
| Tryin' ta kick off something cause | |
| I be jazzy | |
| But I don't trip at all, | |
| I keep on macking | |
| Sit back relax as my ends keep on stacking [Kilo] | |
| Check it out | |
| I strut Peeping all the good butts | |
| Can I get it on you can have a cut | |
| Of a potent raw dope party | |
| That have you peeped in one hit | |
| Of the key to mack, have you freaking | |
| Straight game from the | |
| Chi-town The fly town, stop fighting all you fat girls | |
| I'ma thousand grammes so act clown | |
| Playas hated looking faded | |
| Ain't that funny, dummy, | |
| Yo girl be giving up the money | |
| Hook Verse 2: | |
| Neverless | |
| Brothers like me you know | |
| I have ta ball a bit | |
| Out wit the | |
| Conflict and you know we runnin' it | |
| My fellas told me there's a gang hanging on the road | |
| Rolling down the window macking on these 3-0-4's | |
| They creeping peeping to the game but they all the same | |
| Rolling round wid me this trying ta get up in yo brain | |
| But I maintain mine, and | |
| I gotta claim mine | |
| Running wid them renegades stepping in between lines | |
| We rolling up the vibes, stepping in the 9-5 | |
| Kilo, Cold | |
| Hard and the | |
| Never wid the | |
| Wild Style | |
| Freaks in | |
| Deca-T Westside and | |
| Chi-Town the best | |
| Cause we westbound put 2 up on ya chest now | |
| Bow down, bow-wow yo yippee-yay | |
| Crucial Conflict's got 'em in the barn smoking on hay | |
| But still it's on to the break a dawn, dawn of the day | |
| As I chill wid the | |
| Conflict, just getting my money! | |
| Hook Verse 3: | |
| WildStyle | |
| Straight for the hood | |
| I be live 4-5 by my side | |
| As I ride on the funky track bumpin' yo back | |
| In the 'Lac we be like snicking a mix like this | |
| Every single day when | |
| I play my way | |
| Cause it ain't no thing for me ta just chill | |
| Got my money in my pocket everything is real | |
| Who is me? | |
| What is me? | |
| Could you be like me? | |
| Creepin' it's the weekend and | |
| I'll be sneaking | |
| Bass penetrate my chest when | |
| I'm off the cess-sime | |
| Ya see the mack make it easy, | |
| All a y'all freaks we can party all night | |
| Throw ya hands in the s-k-y put 'em up high | |
| Sweet, beet, good enough ta eat, | |
| Get ya champagne glasses drink is on me | |
| To all you | |
| MCs, playas indeed, it's the wicked | |
| WildStyle | |
| And I'd like ta say peace | |
| Hook (til' fade) |
| zuo ci : Johnson, King, Leverston ... | |
| Hook: Just getting my money | |
| All the girls in the world wanna ride wit me | |
| Just getting my money | |
| I' m a Chitown playa can' t you see | |
| Just getting my money | |
| Mack all the way what can | |
| I say Just getting my money | |
| I' m the prince of the funk | |
| And it sounds this way | |
| Verse 1: Cold | |
| Hard, Kilo | |
| Introducing myself as the chiefking | |
| Cold Hard | |
| Looking cold like the blow | |
| Of windsmoke like a bodyguard | |
| Slick as the slickest | |
| Slicker you can thinka | |
| Screw me ya goofy trick | |
| And then I' ll switch ya | |
| Got me all hot when haters be at me | |
| Tryin' ta kick off something cause | |
| I be jazzy | |
| But I don' t trip at all, | |
| I keep on macking | |
| Sit back relax as my ends keep on stacking Kilo | |
| Check it out | |
| I strut Peeping all the good butts | |
| Can I get it on you can have a cut | |
| Of a potent raw dope party | |
| That have you peeped in one hit | |
| Of the key to mack, have you freaking | |
| Straight game from the | |
| Chitown The fly town, stop fighting all you fat girls | |
| I' ma thousand grammes so act clown | |
| Playas hated looking faded | |
| Ain' t that funny, dummy, | |
| Yo girl be giving up the money | |
| Hook Verse 2: | |
| Neverless | |
| Brothers like me you know | |
| I have ta ball a bit | |
| Out wit the | |
| Conflict and you know we runnin' it | |
| My fellas told me there' s a gang hanging on the road | |
| Rolling down the window macking on these 304' s | |
| They creeping peeping to the game but they all the same | |
| Rolling round wid me this trying ta get up in yo brain | |
| But I maintain mine, and | |
| I gotta claim mine | |
| Running wid them renegades stepping in between lines | |
| We rolling up the vibes, stepping in the 95 | |
| Kilo, Cold | |
| Hard and the | |
| Never wid the | |
| Wild Style | |
| Freaks in | |
| DecaT Westside and | |
| ChiTown the best | |
| Cause we westbound put 2 up on ya chest now | |
| Bow down, bowwow yo yippeeyay | |
| Crucial Conflict' s got ' em in the barn smoking on hay | |
| But still it' s on to the break a dawn, dawn of the day | |
| As I chill wid the | |
| Conflict, just getting my money! | |
| Hook Verse 3: | |
| WildStyle | |
| Straight for the hood | |
| I be live 45 by my side | |
| As I ride on the funky track bumpin' yo back | |
| In the ' Lac we be like snicking a mix like this | |
| Every single day when | |
| I play my way | |
| Cause it ain' t no thing for me ta just chill | |
| Got my money in my pocket everything is real | |
| Who is me? | |
| What is me? | |
| Could you be like me? | |
| Creepin' it' s the weekend and | |
| I' ll be sneaking | |
| Bass penetrate my chest when | |
| I' m off the cesssime | |
| Ya see the mack make it easy, | |
| All a y' all freaks we can party all night | |
| Throw ya hands in the sky put ' em up high | |
| Sweet, beet, good enough ta eat, | |
| Get ya champagne glasses drink is on me | |
| To all you | |
| MCs, playas indeed, it' s the wicked | |
| WildStyle | |
| And I' d like ta say peace | |
| Hook til' fade |
| zuò cí : Johnson, King, Leverston ... | |
| Hook: Just getting my money | |
| All the girls in the world wanna ride wit me | |
| Just getting my money | |
| I' m a Chitown playa can' t you see | |
| Just getting my money | |
| Mack all the way what can | |
| I say Just getting my money | |
| I' m the prince of the funk | |
| And it sounds this way | |
| Verse 1: Cold | |
| Hard, Kilo | |
| Introducing myself as the chiefking | |
| Cold Hard | |
| Looking cold like the blow | |
| Of windsmoke like a bodyguard | |
| Slick as the slickest | |
| Slicker you can thinka | |
| Screw me ya goofy trick | |
| And then I' ll switch ya | |
| Got me all hot when haters be at me | |
| Tryin' ta kick off something cause | |
| I be jazzy | |
| But I don' t trip at all, | |
| I keep on macking | |
| Sit back relax as my ends keep on stacking Kilo | |
| Check it out | |
| I strut Peeping all the good butts | |
| Can I get it on you can have a cut | |
| Of a potent raw dope party | |
| That have you peeped in one hit | |
| Of the key to mack, have you freaking | |
| Straight game from the | |
| Chitown The fly town, stop fighting all you fat girls | |
| I' ma thousand grammes so act clown | |
| Playas hated looking faded | |
| Ain' t that funny, dummy, | |
| Yo girl be giving up the money | |
| Hook Verse 2: | |
| Neverless | |
| Brothers like me you know | |
| I have ta ball a bit | |
| Out wit the | |
| Conflict and you know we runnin' it | |
| My fellas told me there' s a gang hanging on the road | |
| Rolling down the window macking on these 304' s | |
| They creeping peeping to the game but they all the same | |
| Rolling round wid me this trying ta get up in yo brain | |
| But I maintain mine, and | |
| I gotta claim mine | |
| Running wid them renegades stepping in between lines | |
| We rolling up the vibes, stepping in the 95 | |
| Kilo, Cold | |
| Hard and the | |
| Never wid the | |
| Wild Style | |
| Freaks in | |
| DecaT Westside and | |
| ChiTown the best | |
| Cause we westbound put 2 up on ya chest now | |
| Bow down, bowwow yo yippeeyay | |
| Crucial Conflict' s got ' em in the barn smoking on hay | |
| But still it' s on to the break a dawn, dawn of the day | |
| As I chill wid the | |
| Conflict, just getting my money! | |
| Hook Verse 3: | |
| WildStyle | |
| Straight for the hood | |
| I be live 45 by my side | |
| As I ride on the funky track bumpin' yo back | |
| In the ' Lac we be like snicking a mix like this | |
| Every single day when | |
| I play my way | |
| Cause it ain' t no thing for me ta just chill | |
| Got my money in my pocket everything is real | |
| Who is me? | |
| What is me? | |
| Could you be like me? | |
| Creepin' it' s the weekend and | |
| I' ll be sneaking | |
| Bass penetrate my chest when | |
| I' m off the cesssime | |
| Ya see the mack make it easy, | |
| All a y' all freaks we can party all night | |
| Throw ya hands in the sky put ' em up high | |
| Sweet, beet, good enough ta eat, | |
| Get ya champagne glasses drink is on me | |
| To all you | |
| MCs, playas indeed, it' s the wicked | |
| WildStyle | |
| And I' d like ta say peace | |
| Hook til' fade |
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