Текстове на песни: The Biggie Sound. Extra Money.

album: Get The Dollar

[chorus: J. Glock & (Bigg Sound)]
Every mornin' I get a extra money
(FUCK '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
(FUCK '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 nigga! 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 suckin' my penis (yea!)
I'm blowin' up, I became the fucker of genius
Yeah! That's right! Explodin' chains
You know nothing of them motherfuckin' games (ha-ha)

[chorus: J. Glock & (Bigg Sound)]
Every mornin' I get a extra money
(FUCK '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
(FUCK '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 sex
Yo girl wets her lips (c'mon)
Baby, new Bigg delightin' in her hips
I wag wit' my cream
To the weak niggas 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

(FUCK '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
(FUCK 'EM UP ROCK!)
I do a letter and I do amusement workout
I'm aware of everything happenin' around

[Bigg Sound]
FUCK '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
(FUCK '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
(FUCK 'EM UP ROCK!)
I do a letter and I do amusement workout
I'm aware of everything happenin' around

[Bigg Sound talkin'][* cocking *]
Hey Prince!
I'm givin' a deal that nigga who shot the O.
Hey Rock!
You're jealous of my new business
(FUCK '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...