Lil' Kim - Custom Made Lyrics
{*first 30 seconds: woman moans as beat slows down*}[Lil' Kim]I gets right to the point -- no time to play aroundWhen it comes to this cheddar -- lay a nigga downBust shots at his Rover if he dare come back aroundPay me on time or I gots to take mineAt first I seem friendly; but that's just in meI warn you -- when I blow, it gets a little windyYou make me wanna fight you, I ain't nothin like youY'all 'Paper Thin,' my shit recycledThey call me Lil' Kim, a.k.a. Cover GirlSometimes I feel like I'm from another *****in worldNiggaz buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernailsand awwwww, shit, I got it all in this *****Chorus: Lil' Kim (based on B.I.G.'s 'Gimme the Loot') 2XGoodness gracious, the papers!Where the cash at? Where the stash at?Nigga pass that!We rollin in tinted Nav'sTV's in the dash, see we love the cash[Lil' Kim]To all my *****es in the strip club -- shakin they ass(I ain't mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash!And all my hustlin niggaz still out on the ave.Fightin over blocks and who got the best rocksand 'Goodness gracious,' the struggle never stopsThe things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knotsPeople ***** to my music -- they say it's pornographicMy Billboards is nice; one day gon' be a classicI ***** with dudes, with 'Members Only' jacketsthat sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress'Gettin' Money' *****, and I roll with dimesTake pictures with our nines on the cover of New York TimesTattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dimeCuttin niggaz short like inmates for phone timeEverything I get is -- custom madeNiggaz, wanna get laid; I, gotta get paid(The papers..){*woman starts moaning again before the chorus*}Chorus 2X{*woman keeps moaning while beat fades out*}
