Lyrics:
monkey, to a funky beat
Watching my monkey move those dancing feet
Slipping my monkey into a gas mask
Paying him to do, all the secret tasks
Rock onto
check the tires, check the oil, dollar gas
Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business
Too much monkey business
check the tires, check the oil, dollar gas
Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business
Too much monkey business
a dollar gas.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
For me to be involved in!
Too much monkey business for me!
a dollar gas.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
For me to be involved in!
Too much monkey business for me!
gas
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Don't want your botheration, get away, leave me
Too much monkey business for me
gas
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Don't want your botheration, get away, leave me
Too much monkey business for me
check the oil, check the tires, dollar gas?
Too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved with you.
a dollar gas.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
For me to be involved in!
Too much monkey business for me!
Check the tires, dollar gas?
Aw too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
Don't want you by the race,
Get away and leave me.
Check the tires, dollar gas?
Aw too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
Don't want you by the race,
Get away and leave me.
Walk it like a dog, walk it like a dog (yeah)
Walk it like a dog, walk it like a dog (yeah)
Monkey on the dick, monkey on the dick (bitch)
Monkey
Well I've been runnin' to-and-fro, hard workin' at the mill
Never fail in the mail, yeah, come a rotten bill
Too much monkey business, too much
Right now, sound
Hitmaka!
Smash for the clout
Dash, I'm out
Mashin' for the clout
TT, GT for the clout
Ooh, hop out
Draco on the couch
Ooh,
Yeah, just me
It's just me, myself, and I, and
What it's going to be
What's it going to be
I'm in a dark void
Maybe in a corner
Turn up yuh gas lighters
Gas von Coupé
Chicks sagen ich bin nice, doch in bin dreist
Zahle bar den AMG
Bin einfach fresh, weiß nicht, wie sie heißt
Hauptsache ich fahr' den GT
kids no fucking that's for michael jackson
Pull up in my gt mustang at the gucci store
I'm not fucking with my ex cuz she's a fucking whore
Stop yo
Workin' in the fillin' station, too many tasks
Wipe the windows, check the tires, check the oil, dollar gas
Too much monkey business, too much monkey
laugh
Take this monkey and he put it on my back
So I took that monkey to the party and it was a gas
It was the life of the party for a while but that
Ya boy kodac and G.T. Game Time, you know what
You know what we think foreal, real-talk
We been hustle too long boy
I’m on a mission trying to get it
check the tires
Check the oil and the gas(?)
Too much monkey business
Too much monkey business
Don't want your operation, get away from me
off in a GT-R like GT1, can't catch my ride
PS1 juggin', Jin Kazama with the punch lines
Crash Bandicoot and Cortex, bitch I warp time
Feel like 99',
500 PS, -S-S-S-S
Ich drück' aufs Gas, hör' die 500 PS
Fahren durch die Stadt, GTA Los Angeles
Alles mattschwarz, Maserati GT S
Manchmal gibt's
500 PS, -S-S-S-S
Ich drück' auf's Gas, hör' die 500 PS
Fahren durch die Stadt, GTA Los Angeles
Alles mattschwarz, Maserati GT S
Manchmal gibt's
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