Lil' Kim - Custom Made (Give It To You) 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
