Lyrics:

Richards-Jordan-Wachtel

(Makin' it) makin' it, doesn't matter how many
(Takin' it) takin' it
Well I can't shake it off of my back, damn monkey
It's either too tight or it's too slack.

That's all it is, ninety nine
How much, yeah
Now, ninety nine
You better hack it baby.

Yeah my time exploded, space blew up
Need something in my dixie cup
Oh let me get it right
There's the best pair of lips I've kissed all night, yeah.

How much, well give it to me
I'll pay you later, ninety nine
I got a pocket calculator
Yeah wake up, it don't make sense
Nickles and dimes, ninety nine.

Yes the lion and the lamb are locked in an embrace
You won't get it till it's in your face
Oh I got me out of deeper red
Don't panic.

Ah it's where I want to be
Yeah, a useful member of society
I just need a little of that old money.

Gimme ninety nine, yeah
Well I can't shake it off of my back
God damn monkey
Yeah, it's too tight or it's too slack
Yeah some things never change
Price of bullets remains the same
Here we go, hand over fist, slap on the wrist
Umm, nine nine.

That's all I'm askin' for, how much ?
How much do you want to give ?
Just a little bit, nine
Yeah they operate, look at the state of my baby
Well, it cost 20 grand, pitfull.

Yeah, that's a nine
Put your money where your mouth is
Cough it up
Ooh nickels and dimes
Yeah ...