Junior M.A.F.I.A. — Get Money LP-Clean Version

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" Sex 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 "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 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 Lick in the door, wavin the four-four All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more" Disrespect my click, my game's imperial Fuck 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 petite 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 killin 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 lick 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 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 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]