John Silva. - Gettin' Money lyrics

[Kurupt] Yeah wha**up, this Kurupt Young Gotti I just left c**aine and, reupped on them pills I got them blue devils b**h I'm with my High Powered n***as (E-Feezy) High Powered Studios my n***a We High Powered [E-40] They be hydrated and they thirsty And youse, a triple O.G. if you can make it to see 30 Just cause that b**h is purty Don't mean she's an angel mayne, she's dangerous and skaynless s** you brainless and leave your a** broke and chainless The more I teach it to them I get 'em in my prime Get off that square n***a's dick and get on mine I'm the best thing that ever happened, to this Earth since the washing machine I'm the only rapper that I know that took dirty money and made it clean Wanna know why I'm seldom seen, and spit work as if it's mescaline Cause I had a wooden golf cart from 1 to 13{?} That sh** a triple beam, puffin stuffin a million dollar dream Getttin my rocks off as if it was a semen monkey Ah-duh-a-damnit, d-d-d-damnit damnit damnit People'll turn on you like Justin Timberlake did Janet [Hook: Roc'phella] [Kurupt] Yes, it's all about the money, skrilla for a k**er Young Magilla Gorilla takin trips to Venezuela With a cool half a zip, we on a stackin trip We tryin to stack our chips, stack up wax and dip (You know we way on it now, we from Tha Dogg Pound) Probably seen me all around, I did shows in yo' town Nike Air Forces, spank Chuck Taylors We don't pose with haters we communicate with players I'm a hater disintegrater, a player congratulator A money motivator, I'm Gotti Yoda Vader I keep it simple and plain, I'm elevatin the game You see I fly like falcons, I'm sturdy as mountains I bust on microphones, rhymes flow like fountains I'm Kurupt, and I won't tell you again I like smokin, drinkin, and makin some ends It's all about the bread, I learned that at the age of ten Listen [Hook] [Daz Dillinger] Wha**up, E-40, Kurupt I'm here (here) what it do Yeah, my n***a John, whattup with the sh** Poppin we got it Puerto Rico, headin back to Miami Me Kurupt and E-40 on dap keepin it handy The ancillary, you know I'm bonafide G On how it's 'posed to be, cause eyes don't see I kick the real sh**, I never fake it to make it We got it on top if I ain't got it I'mma take it The 7-oh-7-3, two-three-five-six-two D-P-G, we do what we do We got our family, we got to get it together Gotta get our chinchilla for the coldest weather See I'm a number one uno, never dos, the West coast Like Rick Ross, we got the best smoke Come and choke and inhale on that good good You know we do it like this throughout the hood hood You know we slappin dominoes and we mackin many hoes And nobody knows what goes on behind doors Cause I'm [Hook]