[Lil Kim] (Chorus)
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money (x3) You wanna sip Mo’ on my livin’ room flo’
Play Nintendo with Cease and Nino 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 titty sayin’ “B-I-G” now check it:
You wanna be my main squeeze, baby Don’tcha? You want to give me 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 you’se 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 bitch said I raped her “Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?” My Moschino hoe, my Versace hottie
Come to find out you was fucking 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’ Kick in the door, wavin’ the ’44
All you heard was “Poppa don’t hit me no more!” Disrespect my clique, my shit’s imperial
Fuck around and made her milk box material You feel me? Suckin’ dick, runnin’ your lips
Cause of you, I’m on some real “fuck-a-bitch” shit, uhh [Lil Kim] (Chorus)
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money (x4) [Queen Of Rap]
Niggas .. better grab a seat Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than the pussy of a bitch 6 feet Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound Now I’m Billboard bound, niggas press to hit
it Play me like a chicken, thinkin’ I’m pressed
to get it Rather do the killin’ than the stick-up juxs
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, nigga
Don’tcha? You wanna lick between my knees, nigga Don’tcha want to see me whippin’ your 3 down the ave Blow up spots on bitches because I’m mad Break up affairs, lick shots in the air
You get vexed and start swinging everywhere Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out your 9 while I cock on mine Yeah, 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 Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots
Things that make up for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards sayin’ “I apologize” Is you with me? How could you ever deceive
me? But payback’s a bitch, motherfucker, believe
me Nah, I ain’t gay, this ain’t no lesbo flow
Just a lil’ somethin’ to let you motherfuckers know [Lil Kim] (Outro)
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money