Lyrics Connie Francis

Connie Francis

Whatcha Got Is Whatcha Gettin'

"Slid down the banister like I was insane"

"Grabbed my Gucci watch and my fly gold chain"

Whatcha got is whatcha gettin'

Whatcha got got is whatcha gettin' saayyy!

Praised amazed kinda dazed when I plays

From the time inclined I used to rhyme I went for mine

They pullin' nines to draw the lines

To get the cash real fast for a blast

The task at last unmask the true villain, yo!

Does he clock the rocks to fill his pocks and his socks

Or does the dough make him slow for the know how to flow

Say!, that's when I fucked up

It's the season of the vicin', the mentals doing dickin'

If it's yours for the pickin' like the new gear or some kicks and

A new cartridge for Nintendo, then ya pretend no

And get all offended cause ya ain't no big time spendo

Ya low on the backs of the green type kind

Like Mr. Mac Money without the money or the mind

And then you're sure ta find, "Yo can't do nuthin' for ya"

Cause ya sold out ya kin like you was LaToya

Jackson but no action countin' papes in small fractions

Whatcha woulda had if ya did a little stashin'

Ta hell with the fashion, fashion is for the daisies

Beware of the rancor of the anchors of the crazy shadies

Fees, fees, and fees, making music for the fees

The label said "bend over bro and take ya royalties"

It's a mad kinda madness, this serial madness

Sad kinda sadness saying yo I gotta have this

Now here come ole

Flattop fresh with Fila hightop

Boots and the scoop is chillin' at the bus stop

On a split shift, spliffed with the swiftness

Gotta gotta get yo, who's he gonna gets this time

Because it's payday the first day is the heyday

The S.S. checks is here so now it's May Day

Solo, oh no, rollin' like a Rollo

Maxin for the buddy coming down with the Herringbone

Up on Erie Ave., so one starts ta grab

Didn't quite have so the buddy starts ta jab

He didn't have to fight cause dig it's 92

Dude got screwed Flattop had a double 2

Bust him in the gut, yeah he bust him in the gut

Now I'm wearing black and for what?

So you can be the man and glam and like you're grand

And get dicked by big Uncle Scam, damn

"Slid down the banister like I was insane"

"Grabbed my Gucci watch and my fly gold chain"

Whatcha got is whatcha gettin'

Whatcha got got is whatcha gettin'