Artist: Junior M.A.F.I.A. f/ The Notorious B.I.G. Album: Gettin' Money (The Get Money Remix) 12" Song: Get Money (Clean Version) Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash, Wammy Giveaway [Lil' Kim] Get money Get money Get money Get money Get money Get money [Verse 1: Notorious B.I.G.] 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 tattas, sayin' "Big Poppa," now check it You wanna be my main squeeze baby, don't ya You wanna get me what I need baby, won't ya Picture life as my wife, just think Full length minks, 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 Things got hot, you sent FEDs to my spot Took me to court, tried to take, all I got Another 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' Came out on bail, commence to ass kickin' Look in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit me no more" Disrespect my clique, my game's imperial Mess around and made her milkbox material You feel me, stealin' chips, runnin' your lips Cause of you I'm on some real {*fuck a bitch shit*} Hook: [Kim] Get money [B.I.G.] What you say, uh [Kim] Get money [B.I.G.] What you say, what you say, uh [Kim] Get money [B.I.G.] What you say, uh [Kim] Get money [B.I.G.] What you say, what you say, uh Repeat Hook [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] Better grab a seat Grab on you quick as this chick gets deep Deeper than the {*pussy*} of a girl six feet Stiff ones feel sweet in this little petite Young trick from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work out of town on Greyhound Now I'm Billboard bound, ballers pressed to hit it Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm stressed to get it Rather do the drivin' than the stick up jooks Rather count a million while you eat my {*pussy*} Push me to the limit, get my feelings in it Get me open while my tongue is down your throat, then You wanna be my main SQUEEZE, baby Don't ya You wanna get between my KNEES, baby Don't ya wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave. Blow up spots on chickens because I'm mad Break up affairs cause you know I don't care You get vexed and start swingin' everywhere Me shifty, now you wanna flip and hit me Pull out, that's fine, I'll just cop on mine So what now, I ain't got time to clown So what, trick, I ain't got time for this Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots Things to 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 for real Believe me Naw, I ain't slow, this ain't no bimbo flow Just a little somethin', to let you player haters know Repeat Hook Four Times