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Intro/Chorus(Repeat *3)
F**k b*****s... Get Money
F**k n****s.... Get Money

You wanna sip Moe' on omy living room floor
Play Nintendo wit Ceas and Nino
Pick up my phone say 'Poppa not home'
S** all night mad head in the morn
Spend my G's, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on ti-tties sayin B-I-G
Now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby, don't ya?
You wanna give me what I need baby, wont ya
Picture life as my wife just think
Full length minks, fat X and O links
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
S**t got hot, you sent feds to my spot
Took me to court tried to take all I got
Another intricate plot
The b***h said I raped her..
Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?
My Mo-schi-no ho, my Ver-sace hottie
Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody
You knew about me the fake I. D.
Cases in Virginia/body in D. C.
Woe oh is me that's what I get for trickin
Came out on bail.. Commence the a** kickin
Lickin the door, wavin the 4-4
All you heard was 'Poppa don't hit me no more'
Disrespect my click/my s***s imperial
F**k around and made her milkbox material
You feel me.. Suckin d**k.... Runnin your lips
'cause of you
I'm on some real f**k a b***h s**t..

Chorus (repeat *4)

[Lil' Kim]
N****s.. Betta grab a seat
Grab on ya d**k as this b***h gets deep
Deeper than a p***y of a b***h 6 feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Young b***h from the streets guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard now/n****s pressed to hit it
Play me like a chicken,
Thinkin I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks
Rather count a million while you eat my p***y-pushme
To the limit get my feelings in
Get me open while I'm cummin down your throat-in
You wanna be my main squeeze n***a-don'tcha
You wanna lick between my knees n***a
Don'tcha wanna see me wit Big and 3 down the ave.
Blow up spots on b*****s because I'm 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 c*** on mine
And what nigga/I aint got time for this
So what nigga/I'm not tryin to hear that s**t
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adrienne Vittadini 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 b***h m**********r, believe me
Naw I aint g** this aint no l**** flow
Jus a lil somethin to let you motherfuckers know....


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