Get Money

Lil' Kim

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    Intro/Chorus(Repeat *3)
    Fuck Bitches...Get Money
    Fuck Niggas....Get Money

    [Biggie]
    You wanna sip Moe on omy living room floor
    play Nintendo wit Ceas and Nino
    pick up my phone say Poppa not home
    sex all night mad damn in the morn
    Spend my vee, smoke all my weed
    tattoo on t-t sayin B-I-G
    Now check it
    you wanna be my main squeeze baby dont chat
    u wanna give me what i need baby wont ya
    picture life as my wife jus think
    Full length minx, fat X and O linx
    bracelets to match, conversation was all that
    showed you the safe combination and all that
    Guess you could say you the one I trusted
    who would ever think that you would spread like mustard
    Shit got hot, you sent feds to my spot
    took me to court tried to take all I got
    another intricate plot
    the bitch said I raped her..
    Damn why she wanna stick me for my paper?
    My mo-skee-no, mother Versace hottie
    come to find out, you was fuckin everybody
    you knew about me wit fake I.D.
    cases in Virginia/body in D.C.
    why always me thats what I get for trickin
    came out on bail..commence the ass kickin
    Lickin the door, wavin the 4-4
    all you heard was Poppa don't hit me no more
    disrespect my click/my shits imperial
    Fuck around and made a milkbox material
    you feel me..suckin dick....runnin your lips
    cuz of you
    Im on some real fuck a bitch shit..

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    Chorus (repeat *4)

    [Lil' Kim]
    Niggas..betta grab a seat
    grab on ya dick as this bitch gets deep
    Deeper than a pussy of a bitch 6 feet
    stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
    Young Bitch from the streets guaranteed to stay down
    used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
    Now Im Billboard now/niggas pressed to hit it
    play me like a chicken,
    thinkin Im pressed to get it
    Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks
    rather count a million while you eat my pussy-pushme
    to the limit get my feelings in
    get me open while Im cummin down your throat-in
    you wanna be my main squeeze nigga-dontcha
    you wanna lick between my knees nigga
    dontcha wanna see me wit Big and 3 down the ave.
    blow up spots on bitches because Im there
    Break up affairs lick shots in the air
    you get vex and start swingin everywhere
    me shiftee? Now you wanna pistil whip me
    pull out your 9, while I cock on mine
    and what nigga/I aint got time for this
    so what nigga/Im not tryin to hear that shit
    Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
    age of the Adini and Chanel Nine boots
    Things to make up for all the games and the lies
    Hallmark cards, sayin I apologize
    Is you wit me, how could you ever decieve me
    but paybacks a bitch motherfucker, believe me
    Naw I aint gay this aint no lesbo flow
    jus a lil somethin to let you motherfuckers know....

    Chorus.

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Roy Ayers, Chester Wallace, L.J. Porter y Sylvia Striplin

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