Funkmaster Flex Get Money - Junior M.A.F.I.A. Lyrics:
Intro/chorous(repeat3x) f---k bitches...Get money
f---k niggas...get money

[biggie]
You wanna sip Moe on omy living room floor Play
Nintendo wit Cease and Nino Pick up my phone say
Poppa not home Sex all night mad damn in the morn
Spend my vee, smoke all my weed Tatoo on t-t sayin
B-I-G, now check it Picture life as my wife jus
think Full length minx, fat X and O linx Bracelets
to match, conversation was all that Showed you
safe combination and all that guess you could say
you 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 Another intricate plot the bitch
said I raped her Damn why she wanna stick me for
my paper? My mo-skee-no, mother Versace hottie
come to find out, you was fuckin everybody you
knew about me wit fake i.d. cases in Virginia/body
in D.C. Why always me that's what I get for
trickin Came out on bail..commence the ass kickin
Lickin the door, wavin the 4-4 All you heard was
Poppa don't hit no more Disrespect my click/my
shits imperial Fuck around and made a milkbox
material You fell me suckin dick runnin your lips
cuz of you I'm on some real f--k a bitch shit
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Chorus(repeat 4x)

[lil kim]

niggas betta grab a seat grab on ya dick as this
bitch gets deep deeper than pussy of a bitch 6
feet stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
young bitch from the streets guaranteed to stay
down used to bring work outta town on greyhound
now i'm billboard now/niggas 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
pussy-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 nigga dontcha you wanna
lick between my knees nigga dontcha wanna see me
wit Big and 3 down the ave. blow up spots on
bitches 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 cock on mine and what
nigga/ I ain't got time for this so what nigga/
i'm not tryin to hear that shit now you wanna buy
me diamonds and armani suits age of the adini and
chanel nine boots things to make up for all the
games and the lies Hallmark cards sayin I
apoligize is you wit me, how could you ever
decieve me but paybacks a bitch mothafucka beleive
me naw i ain't gay this ain't no lesbo flow jus a
lil somethin to let you motherfucka know

chorus
Lyrics: Get Money - Junior M.A.F.I.A., Funkmaster Flex [end]