Extra Money (Fuck 'Em Up Rock!)

[chorus: J. Glock & (Bigg Sound)]

Every mornin' I get a extra money

(FUCK 'EM UP ROCK!)

I do a letter and I do amusement workout

I'm aware of everything happenin' around

Every mornin' I get a extra money

(FUCK 'EM UP ROCK!)

I do a letter and I do amusement workout

I'm aware of everything happenin' around

[J. Glock]

here we go!

[verse 1: Bigg Sound]

I got extra money

I gotta Microsoft just for me

Crystal rain! Bling! Bling! Bling!

Cocaine in my head, I know you love chinchillas

Check it nigga! My gang, only gorillaz (huh)

Don't cross the street, not into my business

'Cause the glock will speak will measure the distance

From Ethiopia, my product is cleanest

Your girl is suckin' my penis (yea!)

I'm blowin' up, I became the fucker of genius

Yeah! That's right! Explodin' chains

You know nothing of them motherfuckin' games (ha-ha)

[chorus: J. Glock & (Bigg Sound)]

Every mornin' I get a extra money

(FUCK 'EM UP ROCK!)

I do a letter and I do amusement workout

I'm aware of everything happenin' around

Every mornin' I get a extra money

(FUCK 'EM UP ROCK!)

I do a letter and I do amusement workout

I'm aware of everything happenin' around

[verse 2: Bigg Sound]

After my first money

The girls spoke: "Bigg, Bigg, Bigg"

"I wanna one more chance"

"What's happenin' in your game?" (oh)

Sighin' loudly, wants to be wit' me in my climax

Girl, I'm flexible! In the Rolls you've tasted my sex

Yo girl wets her lips (c'mon)

Baby, new Bigg delightin' in her hips

I wag wit' my cream

To the weak niggas I put my clips

Woop-woo - I must be high (yea!)

So I don't mix the vision

Shanni my cheddar will take you to sky

I don't wanna to leave you shy

Yeah!

[chorus: J. Glock & (Bigg Sound)]

Every mornin' I get a extra money

(FUCK 'EM UP ROCK!)

I do a letter and I do amusement workout

I'm aware of everything happenin' around

Every mornin' I get a extra money

(FUCK 'EM UP ROCK!)

I do a letter and I do amusement workout

I'm aware of everything happenin' around

[Bigg Sound]

FUCK 'EM UP ROCK!

[verse 3: J. Glock]

Just like Calvin Klein I'll put in all JG

You know that money doesn't make me a real G

Let's go! I love platinum

But, now I'm using gold

Cheers to the Prince, I'm doing my show

Get the dollar, get the money, get the dough (hoO!)

Yeah! Don't forget I'm in the Gangsta land

Ya brain, crashed on the floor is part of the game

15:00 mark when I walk in my silver Lambo

And firin' a machine-gun like Rambo

Drillin' his layers, BLOW! wit' my ammo (yea!)

I already got mansions, yachts and luxury cars

Now missin' something

Destroyin' some rap's stars

Earn extra money, rockin' in New York

Makin' smoke wit' the guys and stop this talk (ha-ha)

[chorus: J. Glock & (Bigg Sound)]

Every mornin' I get a extra money

(FUCK 'EM UP ROCK!)

I do a letter and I do amusement workout

I'm aware of everything happenin' around

Every mornin' I get a extra money

(FUCK 'EM UP ROCK!)

I do a letter and I do amusement workout

I'm aware of everything happenin' around

[Bigg Sound talkin'][* cocking *]

Hey Prince!

I'm givin' a deal that nigga who shot the O.

Hey Rock!

You're jealous of my new business

(FUCK 'EM UP ROCK!)

Hey Gomez!

Don't cry for him, I'll give you reasons

Hey Rampage!

I'm poundin' and poundin' (ha-ha)

T.B.S. Thug get the dollar

New Bigg Sound

J. Glock (huh!)

Hug to New York, hug to Miami

I'll be right back to Cali

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