Lil' Kim - Get Money Lyrics
Intro/chorus(repeat *3)***** *****es...get money***** niggas....get money[biggie]You wanna sip moe on omy living room floorPlay nintendo wit ceas and ninoPick up my phone say poppa not homeSex all night mad damn in the mornSpend my vee, smoke all my weedTatoo on t-t sayin b-i-gNow check itPicture life as my wife jus thinkFull length minx, fat x and o linxBracelets to match, conversation was all thatShowed you the safe combination and all thatGuess you could say you the one i trustedWho would ever think that you would spread like mustardShit got hot, you sent feds to my spotTook me to court tried to take all i gotAnother intricate plotThe ***** said i raped her..Damn why she wanna stick me for my paper?My mo-skee-no, mother versace hottieCome to find out, you was *****in everybodyYou knew about me wit fake i.d.Cases in virginia/body in d.c.Why always me thats what i get for trickinCame out on bail..commence the ass kickinLickin the door, wavin the 4-4All you heard was poppa don't hit me no moreDisrespect my click/my shits imperial***** around and made a milkbox materialYou feel me..suckin dick....runnin your lipsCuz of youIm on some real ***** a ***** shit..Chorus (repeat *4)[lil' kim]Niggas..betta grab a seatGrab on ya dick as this ***** gets deepDeeper than a ***** of a ***** 6 feetStiff dicks feel sweet in this little petiteYoung ***** from the streets guaranteed to stay downUsed to bring work outta town on greyhoundNow im billboard now/niggas pressed to hit itPlay me like a chicken,Thinkin im pressed to get itRather do the killin than the stick up jooksRather count a million while you eat my *****-pushmeTo the limit get my feelings inGet me open while im cummin down your throat-inYou wanna be my main squeeze nigga-dontchaYou wanna lick between my knees niggaDontcha wanna see me wit big and 3 down the ave.Blow up spots on *****es because im thereBreak up affairs lick shots in the airYou get vex and start swingin everywhereMe shiftee? now you wanna pistil whip mePull out your 9, while i ***** on mineAnd what nigga/i aint got time for thisSo what nigga/im not tryin to hear that shitNow you wanna buy me diamonds and armani suitsAge of the adini and chanel nine bootsThings to make up for all the games and the liesHallmark cards, sayin i apologizeIs you wit me, how could you ever decieve meBut paybacks a ***** mother*****er, believe meNaw i aint gay this aint no lesbo flowJus a lil somethin to let you mother*****ers know....Choru
