DJ Obnoxious - Get More Money/Piggy Bank lyrics
[DJ Obnoxious - Get More Money/Piggy Bank lyrics]
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Man I’ll get at you! My knife cuts your skin
I’ll get at you! Blow shots at your man
I’ll get at you! 2Pac don’t pretend
I’ll get at you! I’ll put that to an end
That damn shit is old
Don’t be screamin’ "Get at Me Dog"
Have you runnin’ for your life
When I match ya part
I get to wavin’ that semi like it’s legal
A lil’ nigga hurt his arm
Lettin’ off that Eagle, you know me
Black on black Bentley, big ol’ black nine
I’ll clap your monkey-ass
Yeah black on black crime
Big ol’ chrome rims gleam
You know how I shine
C’mon on man, you know how I shine
I’m in the hood, in the drop
Teflon vinyl top
Got a 100 guns, a 100 clips
Why I don’t hear no shots?
That fat nigga thought "Lеan Back"
Was "In da Club"
My shit sold eleven mill’, his shit was a dud
Jada’ don’t fuck with mе, if you wanna eat
Cause I’ll do yo’ little ass
Like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah homey in New York
Niggas like your vocals
But that’s only New York dawg
Yo’ ass is local
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
Banks’ shit, sells Buck’s shit, sells
Game’s shit, sells I’m rich as hell
Shyne poppin’ off his mouth from a cell
He don’t want it with me, he in PC
I could have a nigga run up
On him with a shank
For just a few pennies out my piggy bank
Yayo bring the condoms, I’m in Room 203
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgery
It’s an emergency, for Michael Jackson see
Looked at a picture and says
She looks like me
Kelis said her milkshake bring all
The boys to the yard then Nas went
And tattooed the bitch on his arm
I mean like way out in Cali niggas know you
Cuz first thing they say about you is
You’s a sucker for love
This is chess not checkers
These are warning shots
After your next move I’ll give you what I got
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
When I get at you I’ll punch out your grill
I’ll get at you! Let off that blue steel
I’ll get at you! Nigga I’m for real
I’ll get at you! Could get yo’ ass killed
The money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Man I’ll get at you! My knife cuts your skin
I’ll get at you! Blow shots at your man
I’ll get at you! 2Pac don’t pretend
I’ll get at you! I’ll put that to an end
That damn shit is old
Don’t be screamin’ "Get at Me Dog"
Have you runnin’ for your life
When I match ya part
I get to wavin’ that semi like it’s legal
A lil’ nigga hurt his arm
Lettin’ off that Eagle, you know me
Black on black Bentley, big ol’ black nine
I’ll clap your monkey-ass
Yeah black on black crime
Big ol’ chrome rims gleam
You know how I shine
C’mon on man, you know how I shine
I’m in the hood, in the drop
Teflon vinyl top
Got a 100 guns, a 100 clips
Why I don’t hear no shots?
That fat nigga thought "Lеan Back"
Was "In da Club"
My shit sold eleven mill’, his shit was a dud
Jada’ don’t fuck with mе, if you wanna eat
Cause I’ll do yo’ little ass
Like Jay did Mobb Deep
Yeah homey in New York
Niggas like your vocals
But that’s only New York dawg
Yo’ ass is local
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
Banks’ shit, sells Buck’s shit, sells
Game’s shit, sells I’m rich as hell
Shyne poppin’ off his mouth from a cell
He don’t want it with me, he in PC
I could have a nigga run up
On him with a shank
For just a few pennies out my piggy bank
Yayo bring the condoms, I’m in Room 203
Freak bitch look like Kim before the surgery
It’s an emergency, for Michael Jackson see
Looked at a picture and says
She looks like me
Kelis said her milkshake bring all
The boys to the yard then Nas went
And tattooed the bitch on his arm
I mean like way out in Cali niggas know you
Cuz first thing they say about you is
You’s a sucker for love
This is chess not checkers
These are warning shots
After your next move I’ll give you what I got
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity-clank, clickity-clank
The money goes into my piggy bank
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
Yeah, yeah yeah! Get more money, more money
When I get at you I’ll punch out your grill
I’ll get at you! Let off that blue steel
I’ll get at you! Nigga I’m for real
I’ll get at you! Could get yo’ ass killed