Gettin Money Lyrics - Raw Deluxe - The Jungle Brothers

"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]