Get Money lyrics

by

Junior M.A.F.I.A.


[Chorus: Lil' Kim (Biggie)]
f*ck b*tches, get money (What?)
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money (Uh, check it out, uh)

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
You wanna sip Mo' on my livin' room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease and Nino
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on titties sayin' "B.I.G.", now check it:
You wanna be my main squeeze, baby
Don'tcha? You want to give me what I need, baby
Won'tcha picture life as my wife? Just think
Full-length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say you'se the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
sh*t got hot: you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got
'Nother intricate plot, the b*tch said I raped her
"Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?"
My Moschino hoe, my Versace hottie
Come to find out you was f*ckin' everybody
You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C
Woe! Oh is me - that's what I get for trickin'
Came out on bail, commence the ass-kickin'
Kick in the door, wavin' the fofo
All you heard was "Poppa don't hit me no more!"
Disrespect my clique, my sh*t's imperial
f*ck around and made her milk box material
You feel me? Suckin' di*k, runnin' your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real "f*ck-a-b*tch" sh*t, uhh
[Chorus: Lil' Kim (Biggie, Lil' Kim)]
f*ck b*tches, get money (What? Ain't seen none of these girls)
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money (Uh)
f*ck b*tches, get money (Whoo, look at me)
f*ck n*ggas, get money (Whoo, I told you n*ggas)

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
n*ggas, better grab a seat
Grab on your di*k as this b*tch gets deep
Deeper than the pus*y of a b*tch 6 feet
Stiff di*ks feel sweet in this little petite
Young b*tch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard bound, n*ggas press to hit it
Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killin' than the stick-up juxs
Rather count a million while you eat my pus*y
Push me to the limit, get my feelings in it
Get me open while I'm c*mmin' down your throat
Then, you wanna be my main squeeze, n*gga
Don'tcha? You wanna lick between my knees, n*gga
Don'tcha want to see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave?
Blow up spots on b*tches because I'm mad
Break up affairs, lick shots in the air
You get vexed and start swinging everywhere
Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out your 9 while I c*ck on mine
Yeah, what n*gga? I ain't got time for this
So what, n*gga? I'm not tryin' to hear that sh*t
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots
Things that make up for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards sayin' "I apologize"
Is you with me? How could you ever deceive me?
But payback's a b*tch, motherf*cker, believe me
Nah, I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo flow
Just a lil' somethin' to let you motherf*ckers know
[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money
f*ck b*tches, get money
f*ck n*ggas, get money
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