Текст песни Gettin' Money - E.S.G.
Yes
we
are,
yes
we
are
Ooh,
we
getting
money
- 3x
Man,
I
done
came
a
long
way
Now
all
my
people
getting
money,
like
the
song
say
Now
what
you
know
bout
sleeping
on
old
sheets,
and
wasn't
no
silk
I
was
coo-coo
for
Cocoa
Puffs,
but
wasn't
no
milk
And
when
the
heat
was
turned
off,
I
grabbed
my
grandma
quilt
Man
I
swear
times
was
hard,
mama
look
what
you
built
The
other
kids
use
to
laugh,
and
say
our
clothes
was
stole
You
almost
got
caught,
stealing
games
from
my
Nintendo
My
little
brother
didn't
know,
and
I
ain't
say
nothing
I
use
to
love
when
you
bring
the
Jabos,
and
Polos
with
the
buttons
I
gotta
tell
you
mama
dearest,
I
love
you
to
death
Made
a
kid
from
the
projects,
win
best
dressed
I'm
one
of
the
best
up
out
the
Southwest,
ES
the
name
We
having
a
ball,
like
a
income
tax
check
done
came
No
more
sitting
at
home,
and
rolling
blunts
all
day
Doing
a
in-store,
I'm
on
to
all
work
and
no
play
Even
if
it's
mimimum
wage,
at
least
you
getting
paid
Put
your
drinks
in
the
air,
if
you
getting
money
(hey)
Yes
we
are,
getting
it
Yes
we
are,
getting
it
(Broke
days,
was
the
worst
days
Now
we
sip
champagne,
when
we
thirst-ay)
Yes
we
are,
getting
it
Yes
we
are,
getting
it
Yes
we
are
getting
it,
M-O-N-E-Y
fa
sho
This
for
my
Master
P's,
P.
Diddy's
and
Russell
Simmon's
All
my
Snoop's
and
Ice
Cube's,
that's
Hollywood
pimping
All
my
independent
bouncers,
that
ain't
thinking
bout
stopping
Look
at
old
J
from
Rap-A-Lot,
he
making
millions
from
boxing
Ain't
no
job
oppritunities,
in
my
community
You
don't
believe
me
Mr.
President,
well
come
and
see
Old
lady
up
the
street,
bless
her
heart
she
mad
Cause
the
city
built
a
street,
cut
her
garden
in
half
And
the
mayor
won't
answer
back,
heard
she
got
cancer
black
Some
can't
afford
treatment,
how
he
gon
explain
to
that
Couldn't
hold
her
pain
back,
couldn't
bring
her
brain
back
But
it
still
remain
the
facts,
money
could
of
changed
that
g'yeah
Now
get
your
money
peeps,
if
you
in
the
streets
or
a
athlete
If
you
jump
out
the
gym,
get
insurance
on
your
feet
Know
that
pro
money
sweet,
million
dollar
occupation
In
case
you
don't
make
it,
homie
grab
your
education
Don't
wanna
wind
up,
been
a
should'a-would'a-could'a
Remember
no
Kool-Aid,
mixing
water
with
the
sugar
People
forgetting
who
helped
em
out,
I
ain't
quitting
or
selling
out
Get
your
money
coast
to
coast,
cause
we
getting
it
down
South
(*talking*)
Now
ladies
and
gentlemen,
ladies
and
gentlemen
I'd
like
to
propose
a
toast,
that's
right
Everyone
21
and
over,
grab
your
drinks
Ya
underage
grab
your
Kool-Aid,
cause
it's
still
playa
But
check
it
out,
this
one
here
is
dedicated
To
everybody
who
had
it
hard
in
they
life
Cause
homie
I
know
I
struggled,
but
you
know
what
mayn
(Man,
I
done
came
a
long
way
Now
all
my
people
getting
money,
like
the
song
say)
Man,
give
me
my
change
homie
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