[Hook]

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck niggas, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck niggas, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck niggas, get money


[Verse 1 - Notorious B.I.G.]

You wanna sip Mo' on my living 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 tittie saying "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

Another intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her

"Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?"

My Moschino ho, 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, waving 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? Sucking dick, running your lips

Cause of you, I'm on some real "fuck-a-bitch" shit


[Hook]

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck niggas, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck niggas, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck niggas, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck niggas, get money


[Verse 2 - Lil Kim]

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, now niggas press to hit it

Play me like a chicken, thinking I'm pressed to get it

Rather do the killing than the stick-up jukes

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 cumming 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 trying 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 saying "I apologize"

Is you with me? How could you ever deceive me?

But payback's a bitch, motherfucker, believe me

Naw I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo flow

Just a lil something to let you motherfuckers know


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