The Biggie Sound - Extra Money lyrics

album: Get The Dollar [chorus: J. Glock & (Bigg Sound)] Every mornin' I get a extra money (fu*k 'EM UP ROCK!) I do a letter and I do amusement workout I'm aware of everything happenin' around Every mornin' I get a extra money (fu*k 'EM UP ROCK!) I do a letter and I do amusement workout I'm aware of everything happenin' around [J. Glock] here we go! [verse 1: Bigg Sound] I got extra money I gotta Microsoft just for me Crystal rain! Bling! Bling! Bling! Cocaine in my head, I know you love chinchillas Check it n***a! My gang, only gorillaz (huh) Don't cross the street, not into my business 'Cause the glock will speak will measure the distance From Ethiopia, my product is cleanest Your girl is s**in' my penis (yea!) I'm blowin' up, I became the f**er of genius Yeah! That's right! Explodin' chains You know nothing of them motherf**in' games (ha-ha) [chorus: J. Glock & (Bigg Sound)] Every mornin' I get a extra money (fu*k 'EM UP ROCK!) I do a letter and I do amusement workout I'm aware of everything happenin' around Every mornin' I get a extra money (fu*k 'EM UP ROCK!) I do a letter and I do amusement workout I'm aware of everything happenin' around [verse 2: Bigg Sound] After my first money The girls spoke: "Bigg, Bigg, Bigg" "I wanna one more chance" "What's happenin' in your game?" (oh) Sighin' loudly, wants to be wit' me in my climax Girl, I'm flexible! In the Rolls you've tasted my s** Yo girl wets her lips (c'mon) Baby, new Bigg delightin' in her hips I wag wit' my cream To the weak n***as I put my clips Woop-woo - I must be high (yea!) So I don't mix the vision Shanni my cheddar will take you to sky I don't wanna to leave you shy Yeah! [chorus: J. Glock & (Bigg Sound)] Every mornin' I get a extra money (fu*k 'EM UP ROCK!) I do a letter and I do amusement workout I'm aware of everything happenin' around Every mornin' I get a extra money (fu*k 'EM UP ROCK!) I do a letter and I do amusement workout I'm aware of everything happenin' around [Bigg Sound] fu*k 'EM UP ROCK! [verse 3: J. Glock] Just like Calvin Klein I'll put in all JG You know that money doesn't make me a real G Let's go! I love platinum But, now I'm using gold Cheers to the Prince, I'm doing my show Get the dollar, get the money, get the dough (hoO!) Yeah! Don't forget I'm in the Gangsta land Ya brain, crashed on the floor is part of the game 15:00 mark when I walk in my silver Lambo And firin' a machine-gun like Rambo Drillin' his layers, BLOW! wit' my ammo (yea!) I already got mansions, yachts and luxury cars Now missin' something Destroyin' some rap's stars Earn extra money, rockin' in New York Makin' smoke wit' the guys and stop this talk (ha-ha) [chorus: J. Glock & (Bigg Sound)] Every mornin' I get a extra money (fu*k 'EM UP ROCK!) I do a letter and I do amusement workout I'm aware of everything happenin' around Every mornin' I get a extra money (fu*k 'EM UP ROCK!) I do a letter and I do amusement workout I'm aware of everything happenin' around [Bigg Sound talkin'][* co*king *] Hey Prince! I'm givin' a deal that n***a who shot the O. Hey Rock! You're jealous of my new business (fu*k 'EM UP ROCK!) Hey Gomez! Don't cry for him, I'll give you reasons Hey Rampage! I'm poundin' and poundin' (ha-ha) T.B.S. Thug get the dollar New Bigg Sound J. Glock (huh!) Hug to New York, hug to Miami I'll be right back to Cali This history isn't over...