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Notorious B.I.G. - Get Money Lyrics
F*** b**ches, get money.. f*** n***az, get money (3x)
(Kim)
Hehehe
(Big)
WHAT Uhh, sex em up
(Kim)
The f***?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 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't cha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won't cha, 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 b**** 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***in 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
F*** around and made her milkbox material
You feel me suckin' d***, runnin' your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real f*** a b**** shit, uhh
F*** b**ches, get money.. f*** n***az, 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 n***az
N***az betta grab a seat
Grab on your dick as this b**** gets deep
Deeper than the p**** of a b**** six feet
Stiff d***s feel sweet in this little petite
Young b**** from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard now, n***az 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 n****
Don't cha, you wanna lick between my knees n****
Don't cha 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 n**** I ain't got time for this
So what n**** I'm not tryin to hear that shit
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**** motherf***er, believe me
Naw I ain't gay this ain't no lesbo flow
Just a lil somethin' to let you motherf***ers know
F*** b**ches, get money.. f*** n***az, 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 wanna
(Kim)
I'm all that b****, don't ask
You're f***in with a b**** 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 motherf***in 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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