Get Money Song Lyrics by Junior M.A.F.I.A. and The Notorious B.I.G.
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You wanna sip mo’ on my living room flo’Play Nintendo with cease a LeoPick up my phone say “Poppa not home”Sex all night mad head in the morn’
Spin my V, smoke all my weedTattoo on sayin’ B I G, now check itYou wanna be my main squeeze babyDon’tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won’tcha, picture life as my wife just thinkFull length mink, fat X and O linksBracelets to match, conversation was all thatShowed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say you’s the one I trustedWho would ever think that you would spread like mustard?Got hot, you sent feds to my spotTook 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 mo-sci-no, my ver-sa-ce hottieCome to find out, you was everybody
You knew about me, the fake IDCases in Virginia, body in D.CWoe, oh is me, that’s what I get for trickin’Pay my own bail, commence to kickin’
Lick in the door, wavin’ the four-fourAll you heard was, poppa don’t hit me no moreDisrespect my click, my imperialFuck around and made her milk box materialYou feel me? suckin’, runnin’ your lips‘Cause of you, I’m on some real
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Betta grab a seat grab on your as this gets deepDeeper than the of a six feetStiff feel sweet in this little petiteYoung from the street, guaranteed to stay downUsed to bring work outta town on GreyhoundNow I’m Billboard now, press to hit it
Play me like a chicken, thinkin’ I’m pressed to get itRather do the killin’ than the stick up jooksOr rather count a million while you eat myPush me to the limit get my feelings in itGet me open while I’m cummin’ down your throat
You wanna be my main squeezeDon’tcha, you wanna lick between my kneesDon’tcha wanna see me whippin’ your three down the AveBlow up spots on because I’m mad
Break up affairs lick shots in the airYou get vexed, and start swingin’ everywhereMe shifty now you wanna pistol whip me?Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine
Yeah what? I ain’t got time for thisSo what? I’m not tryin’ to hear thatNow you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suitsAdia Vinadini and Chanel lime boots
Things that make up, for all the games and the liesHallmark cards, sayin, “I apologize”Is you with me how could you ever deceive me?But payback’s a, believe meNaw I ain’t gay this ain’t no flowJust a little somethin’, to let you motherfucker know
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