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Get Money Lyrics - Artist : Notorious B.I.G., The
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money Hehehe What? Uh, sex em up The fuck? That shit ain't even [?] big boy Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of that shit Uh, check it out 'Bout to "get money" You wanna sip Mo' on my living-room floor 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 titties sayin' "B.I.G.", now check it: You wanna be my main squeeze, baby Don't you? You want to give me what I need, baby Won't you 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's 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 fuckin' 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' Came out on bail, commence the 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, uh Fuck bitches, get money (What? Ain't seen none of these girls) Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money (Uh) Fuck bitches, get money (Whoo, look at me) Fuck niggas, get money (Whoo, I told you niggas) What? I see mad girls like you You seen mad girls just acting hot I'm telling you though There ain't nobody like me You just fronting, there's people out like that [?] Uh, whoo! Get at me Whoo, I told you niggaz 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't you? You wanna lick between my knees, nigga Don't you 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 little somethin' to let you motherfuckers know [Repeat until the end:] Fuck bitches/niggas, get money Wait a minute, wait a minute Back up, just give me that shit, this shit is mine Oh you want my numbers and shit [?] Look, now you wanna [?] I'm all that bitch, don't ask You're fucking with a bitch named Aphrodite Y'all believe that shit? Just playing with you, word [?] daddy is all that, oh word [?] I'm talking 'bout some presidents Talking 'bout this motherfucking cash Whatever you don't think about this My nickname was Jesus in high school You don't even believe that shit! God don't believe that shit! I'm the supreme being baby |
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