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junior m.a.f.i.a. - get money (lp-clean version) lyrics

get money [x3]

[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”
s-x all night, mad head in the morn’
spin my v, smoke all my w–d
tattoo on ta ta’s saying big pa-pa, 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?
things got hot, you sent feds to my spot
took me to court, tried to take all i got
‘nother intricate plot, the tramp said i raped her
“d-mn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?”
my mo-sci-no hoe, my ver-sa-ce hottie
come to find out, you was hittin’ 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 a– kickin
l1ck in the door, wavin the four-four
all you heard was, “poppa don’t hit me no more”
disrespect my cl1ck, my game’s imperial
f-ck around and made her milkbox material
you feel me? stealing chips, runnin your lips
cause of you, i’m on some real…

get money [x3]

[lil’ kim]
betta grab a seat
grab on it quick as this chick gets deep
deeper than the p—- other girls six feet
stiff ones feel sweet in this little pet-te
young chick from the street, guaranteed to stay down
used to bring work outta town on greyhound
now i’m billboard now, ballas press to hit it
play me like a chicken, thinkin i’m pressed to get it
rather do the k!llin than the stick up jooks
rather count a million while you eat my p—-
push me to the limit get my feelings in it
get me open while i’m c—– down your throat
then, you wanna be my main squeeze baby
don’tcha, you wanna l1ck between my knees baby
don’tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the ave
blow up spots on chickens because i’m mad
break up affairs l1ck 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 c-ck on mine
yeah what trick? i ain’t got time for this
so what b—-? i’m not tryin to hear that s—
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 for real… believe me
naw i ain’t slow this ain’t no bimbo flow
just a lil somethin, to let you playa haters know

get money [repeat to end]

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