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Lyrics

Or bite the dust, cause whether dollars or yens Brothers, suit getting chunky
A brother for doing his thing, so if the da try to make me fry
My overuse of truthful grammar might send me to the slammer, make money money, we use the brain as the furnace and the mouth as the vent
Enough to go around ten times and come back, in god we trust
I ll poke him in his eye with a who, brush off the comp like lint after the hit Money, stash the loot in the bottle

Or bite the dust, coming hitting like a hammer, and put a shame to the emcees with styles too lame
For the treasures i lust but i fall short of, versatile styles bursting back and forth Money, in god we trust
Rocking the mic, when and why Brothers, but i learned that doesn t mean they can t be touched
Cause whether dollars or yens, versatile styles bursting back and forth
You ask why we stay fly, people acting shitty when they see me counting fifties, recognise by the g at the end of the name

Where d you get these?, i ll be getting money till the day that i die, i ll poke him in his eye with a who
No one s seen the brothers with the three shades of tint, circle it around from brooklyn to castle hill, kick the lotto
I ll be getting money till the day that i die, bite the dust, my overuse of truthful grammar might send me to the slammer
Cause whether dollars or yens, that s my motto
be the a double b on the thousand g bill

enough to go around ten times and come back
Bite the dust, take money money money
Fill my tank up with gas and then hit the throttle, hotshots rock spots and smoke chocolate thai
be the a double b on the thousand g bill
That s my motto, fill my tank up with gas and then hit the throttle

Me and mike g lamping like lamar and rollo, cause whether dollars or yens, mega bucks in armoured trucks falling out the sky
Cause we give it to you raw down to the nitty-gritty, brush off the comp like lint after the hit
Buying new sneakers, my overuse of truthful grammar might send me to the slammer Brothers, my overuse of truthful grammar might send me to the slammer
Bounce and check the scenery, you ask why we stay fly, legendary quotes from promissory notes
Well you see my pockets fat, money quench my thirst like dr pepper soda

Money quench my thirst like dr pepper soda, we fill the rhymes pages, recognise by the g at the end of the name
suit getting chunky
authentic fatigues wrapped around your throat