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the notorious b.i.g. - gettin' money ('96 demo) lyrics

[intro]
uh, uh
’96 catalog
uh, check it
get money, uh

[verse 1]
how you figure that your team can affect my cream?
gold and platinum plaques since i stepped on the scene
know what i mean? peep the scene, jacuzzi full of women
she hitting me and him and him, much love like wimbledon
while n-ggas screaming ‘k!ller’, i’m overseas in my villa
with my m-sseuse, nothin’ illa
frank switch the plan, cop the lexus land
c-gutta, roc-a-fella 400’s and better
lil’ cease push threes with fives in his eyes
knocking ‘not gon cry’ by mary blige
i die for my n-ggas packing steel, chickenheads with s-x appeal
reveal s-xual acts up in capone’s ac’
the chocolate dimes watch the m.a.f.i.a. shine
girls, bring your own, can’t touch a dime of mine!

[interlude]
know what i’m saying? know what i’m saying dog?
know what i’m saying dog?
n-ggas, n-ggas, n-ggas on the beat
they don’t even be knowing like, how we be rolling
you know what i’m saying? like
we be like a big roller, group on you know what i’m saying?
the bananas is gone! the bananas is missing, dog!

[verse 2]
a lime to a lemon, my d.c. women
bringing in c0ke and heroin to condos with elevators in them
vehicles with televisions in them
watch their entourage turn yours to just mirages
disappearing acts, strictly 9’s and mac’s
k!llers be serial, copperfield material
my dreams is vivid, work hard to live it
any place i visit, i got land there
how can n-ggas stand there and say i sound like them? h-llo
push wigs back and push 6 coupes that’s yellow
bust clips that extend from hand to elbow
spray up your day’s inn, any telly you’re in
crack bagging, sick of bragging of how my mink be dragging
desert e’s street sweepers inside the beamer wagon
i rely on bed-stuy to shut it down if i die
put that on my diamond bezel, you’re f-cking with the devil

[outro]
you know you’re f-cking with the devil right?
straight up dog
n-gga talking all that bullsh-t, n-gga trying to sell some motherf-cking records
n-gga’s a p-ssy, man. straight up, man, he’s a fake

- the notorious b i g lyrics

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