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  • 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 ****ty 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]
  • 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 ****ty 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]