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Lil' Kim - Текст песни Get Money
*** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
 *** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
 *** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
You wanna sip mo' on my living room flo'
 Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
 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 *** sayin' B I G, now check it
 You wanna be my main squeeze baby
 Don'tcha, you wanna gimme 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's the one I trusted
 Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
 *** got hot, you sent Feds to my spot
 Took me to court, tried to take all I got
'Nother intricate plot, the *** said I raped her
 Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?
 My Moscino ***, my Versace hottie
 Come to find out, you was *** 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 *** kickin'
 Lick in the door, wavin' the four-four
 All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more"
Disrespect my click, my *** imperial
 *** around and made her milk box material
 You feel me suckin' ***, runnin' your lips
 'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a *** ***, uh
*** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
 *** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
 *** ***, get money, *** ***, get moneyLil' Kim - Get Money - http://ru.motolyrics.com/lil-kim/get-money-lyrics.html
 *** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
***, betta grab a seat
 Grab on your *** as this *** gets deep
 Deeper than the *** of a *** six feet
 Stiff *** feel sweet in this little petite
Young ** from the street, guaranteed to stay down
 Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
 Now I'm Billboard now, *** press to hit it
 Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killin' than the stick up jerks
 Or 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 commin' down your throat
Then, you wanna be my main squeeze ***
 Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees ***
 Don'tcha wanna see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave
 Blow up spots on *** because I'm mad
Break up affairs lick shots in the air
 You get vexed and start swingin' everywhere
 Me shifty, now you wanna pistol whip me
 Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine
Yeah, what ***, I ain't got time for this
 So what *** I'm not tryin to hear that shit
 Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
 Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots
 Things that make up, for all the games and the lies
 Hallmark cards, sayin', "I apologize"
Is you wit me, how could you ever deceive me
 But pay back's a *** ***, believe me
 Naw, I ain't gay this ain't no *** flow
 Just a lil' somethin', to let you mother*** know
*** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
 *** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
 *** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
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