Lil' Kim Get Money Lyrics:
Intro/Chorus(Repeat *3)
Fuck Bitches...Get Money
Fuck Niggas....Get Money

[Biggie]
You wanna sip Moe' on omy living room floor
play Nintendo wit Ceas and Nino
pick up my phone say 'Poppa not home'
sex 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, dont ya?
u 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
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-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 thats 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 me no more'
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disrespect my click/my shits imperial
Fuck around and made her milkbox material
you feel me..suckin dick....runnin your lips
cuz of you
Im on some real fuck a bitch shit..

Chorus (repeat *4)

[Lil' Kim]
Niggas..betta grab a seat
grab on ya dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than a 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 Im Billboard now/niggas pressed to hit it
play me like a chicken,
thinkin Im 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 Im 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 Im 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 aint got time for this
so what nigga/Im not tryin to hear that shit
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 bitch motherfucker, believe me
Naw I aint gay this aint no lesbo flow
jus a lil somethin to let you motherfuckers know....

Chorus
Lyrics: Get Money, Lil' Kim [end]