From the set off we jump on the mic and go get offVersatile styles bursting back and forth>From the dealers and shakers, we fill the rhymes pagesTo catch them papers we're back with flavours[Afrika]Kick the lotto, that's my motto, stash the loot in the bottleFill my tank up with gas and then hit the throttleMe and Mike G lamping like Lamar and RolloRocking the mic, ripping shit at the ApolloCheck the promoter for my quotaMoney quench my thirst like Dr Pepper soda[Mike G]Recognise by the 'G' at the end of the nameThe aroma in the air when I spark a new flameIt was the DJs in the park that put a start to the gameThat's what made me grab the mic and go seek fameAnd put a shame to the emcees with styles too lameFor the treasures I lust but I fall short of, In God We TrustBut I learned that doesn't mean they can't be touchedJust if you're too slow then you might get crushedOr bite the dust, bite the dust, bite the dust[Afrika]Mega bucks in armoured trucks falling out the sky"I'll be getting money till the day that I die"[Mike G]You ask why we stay fly"I'll be getting money till the day that I die" [repeat to fade]
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