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Get Money lyrics by Jr. Mafia


Get Money Song Lyrics

f**k b**ches, get money.. f**k niggaz, get money (3X)
[Kim] Hehehe
[Big] WHAT? Uhh, sex em up
[Kim] The f**k? That sh*t ain't even ?? big boy
[Big] Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of that sh*t
Uhh, check it out
[Kim] Bout to "get money"
[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 tit-tie sayin B-I-G, 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 youse 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**ch said I raped her
"Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?"
My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottie
Come to find out, you was f**kin 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 sh*t's imperial
f**k around and made her milkbox material
You feel me? Suckin di*k, runnin your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real f**k a b**ch sh*t, uhh..
f**k b**ches, get money.. f**k 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 di*k as this b**ch gets deep
Deeper than the pussy of a b**ch six feet
Stiff di*ks feel sweet in this little petite
Young b**ch 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 wanna be my main squeeze nigga
Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga
Don'tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave.
Blow up spots on b**ches because I'm mad
Break up affairs lick shots in the air
You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere
Me shifty? Now you wanna 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 sh*t
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 decieve me
But payback's a b**ch motherf**ker, believe me
Naw I ain't gay this aint no lesbo flow
Just a lil somethin, to let you motherf**kers know
f**k b**ches, get money.. f**k niggaz, get money (*repeat to end*)
[Kim] Wait a minute, wait a minute
Back up, just give me that sh*t, this sh*t is mine
[Big] Oh you want my numbers and sh*t
[Kim] ??
[Big] Look, now you wanna ??
[Kim] I'm all that b**ch, don't ask
You're f**kin with a b**ch named Aphrodite
[Big] Y'all believe that sh*t?
[Kim] Just playin with you, worrd
?? daddy is all that, oh word
?? I'm talkin bout some presidents
Talkin bout this motherf**kin cash
[Big] Whatever you don't think about this
My nickname was Jesus in high school
[Kim] You don't even believe that sh*t!
God don't believe that sh*t!
[Big] I'm the supreme being baby