Get Money (Clean Radio Version) lyrics

by

Junior M.A.F.I.A.


[Chorus: Lil' Kim]
Get money, get money
Get money, get money
Get money, get money

[Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.]
You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
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 ta-tas sayin' Big Poppa, now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze, baby
Don'tcha
You wanna gimme 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's the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
Things got hot, you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got
'Nother intricate plot, the tramp said I raped her
"Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?"
My Moschino ho, my Versace hottie
Come to find out, you was hittin' everybody
You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C
Woe, always me, that's what I get for trickin'
Came out on bail, commence to ass kickin'
Lick in the door, wavin' the .4-4
All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more"
Disrespect my clique, my game's imperial
Mess around and made her milk box material
You feel me? Stealin' chips, runnin' your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real...
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Get money (What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? Uh)
Get money

[Verse 2: Lil' Kim]
Better grab a seat
Grab on it quick as this chick gets deep
Deeper than the ***** of a girl six feet
Stiff ones feel sweet in this little petite
Young chick from the street guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard now, ballers press to hit it
Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm stressed to get it
Rather do the drivin' than the stick-up jooks
Rather count a million while you eat my...
Push me to the limit, get my feelings in it
Get me open while my tongue is down your throat, then
You wanna be my main squeeze, baby
Don'tcha
You wanna get between my knees, baby
Don'tcha wanna see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave
Blow up spots on chickens because I'm mad
Break up affairs 'cause you know I don't care
You get vexed and start swingin' everywhere
Me shifty? Now you wanna flip and hit me
Pull out, that's fine, I'll just c*ck on mine
So, what now? I ain't got time to clown
So, what, trick? I ain't got time for this
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots
Things that make up for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards, sayin', "I apologize"
Is you wit' me? How could you ever deceive me
But payback's for real... believe me
Nah, I ain't slow, this ain't no bimbo flow
Just a little somethin' to let you playa haters know
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Get money (What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? What'cha say? Uh)

[Outro: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Get money (What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? Uh)
Get money (What'cha say? What'cha say? Uh)
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