“Get Money”
(feat. Junior M.A.F.I.A.)
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
