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Fuck bitches get money.. fuck niggaz get money (3X)



[Kim] Hehehe

[Big] WHAT? Uhh sex em up

[Kim] The fuck? That shit ain't even ?? big boy

[Big] Oh aight you don't you don't get none of that shit

Uhh check it out

[Kim] Bout to "get money"



[Notorious B.I.G.]

You want to 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 tit-tie sayin be -I-G, now check it

You want to be my main squeeze baby

Don'tcha, you want to 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 youse 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

'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her

"Damn, why she want to stick me for my paper?"

My Mo-sci-no, my Ver-sa-ce hottie

Come to find out, you was fuckin 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

Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin

Lick in the door, wavin the four-four

All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more"

Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial

Fuck around and made her milkbox material

You feel me? Suckin dick, runnin your lips

'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit, uhh..



Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money (3X)



[Big] WHAT? I see mad girls like you

[Kim] You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot

[Big] I'm tellin you though

[Kim] There AIN'T nobody like me

[Big] You just frontin, there's people out like that

[Kim] ??



[Lil' Kim]

Uhh, whoo! Get at me

Whoo, I told you niggaz

Niggaz.. betta grab a seat

Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep

Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet

Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite

Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down

Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound

Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press 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 pussy

Push me to the limit get my feelings in it

Get me open while I'm cummin down your throat

Then, you want to be my main squeeze nigga

Don'tcha, you want to lick between my knees nigga

Don'tcha want to see me whippin your 3 down the Ave.

Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad

Break up affairs lick shots in the air

You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere

Me shifty? Now you want to pistol whip me

Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine

Yeah what nigga? I ain't got time for this

So what nigga? I'm not tryin to hear that shit

Now you want to buy me diamonds and Armani suits

Adia Vinadini and Chanel lime 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 decieve me

But payback's a bitch motherfucker, believe me

Naw I ain't gay this ain't no lesbo flow

Just a lil somethin, to let you motherfuckers know



Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money (*repeat to end*)



[Kim] Wait a minute, wait a minute

Back up, just give me that shit, this shit is mine

[Big] Oh you want my numbers and shit

[Kim] ??

[Big] Look, now you want to ??

[Kim] I'm all that bitch, don't ask

You're fuckin with a bitch named Aphrodite

[Big] y'all believe that shit?

[Kim] Just playin with you, worrd

?? daddy is all that, oh word

?? I'm talkin bout some presidents

Talkin bout this motherfuckin cash

[Big] Whatever you don't think about this

My nickname was Jesus in high school

[Kim] You don't even believe that shit!

God don't believe that shit!

[Big] I'm the supreme being baby
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Songwriters: TOKARSKY, MATTHEW JOHN / WALKER, LUKE W.

 

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