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Lil' Kim - Текст песни Money Talks
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
 (Na, na na, na)
 Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
 (Uh, uh, uh, what)
 Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
 (Na, na na, na)
 Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim
 (Uh, uh, uh, what)
 Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweight's
 Not them playa haters, knahmsayin?
 'Cause in the Commission
 You ask for permission to hit em, uh
 My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake
 Introduced me to this heavy weighter, called himself Drake
 First mistake, Jesus piece was fake
 But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't fuckin' with him
 Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though you ain't a fool
 And you see right through the nigga, how he figure?
 If he holdin' less than six
 He gonna get the seven digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?
 Duke ain't even worth the space
 Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his place
 Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
 I got 20/20 vision, funny money vision
 (Uh, uh, uh)
 No dough, no show, dodo, that's a no-no
 Just some famous words from the late Frank White
 I blink right, if your bank tight
 Duke wanted me to work for him, even flirt for him
 Wear a short skirt for him, he don't know
 I'ma end up hurtin' him at the end of the day
 Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my fault
 If money talk and bullshit walk, round one
 I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
 I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
 More time, more money, have it your way
 I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
 I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
 More time, more money, have it your way
 Know de money and the lovin' is my style
 Me a forget it tonight
 Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh
 The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
 Invited his man and some bitch named Kendall
 Tried to style on 'em, shoes with the crocodile on 'em
 But the nigga still was corny, he bore me
 His preference was more sorta like soccer
 Me, I do operas with the Mali and the vodka
 Out in Cali gettin' proper and I, betcha fifty
 My whole committee stay shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's
 One glance at the Benz-y make ya freeze
 Please, I got a mil on these, whatchu talkin'?
 I hate this nigga in the worst way
 And I didn't wanna be here in the first place
 But uh, It's just vendetta for my man
 Do anything for the fam, I'ma go along with the plan
 Tryin' hard not to throw him off
 And I know he soft, when I cough, it's to cover up a lie
 And the lie keep me full of empathyLil' Kim - Money Talks - http://ru.motolyrics.com/lil-kim/money-talks-lyrics.html
 So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' still pamper me
 I see, this nigga ain't about nuttin', 'cause he keep frontin'
 He must be up to somethin', round 'em up, here I come, uh
 I'm in love wit' ta mon, nearly twice my age
 I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
 More time, more money, have it your way
 As the evening winds down, I'm making sure
 that my Milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
 I picked the place, Umberto's of course it's
 Italian where they confiscate, burners in they office
 Metamorphism anywhere, any year, who dare
 They the mob and they don't care and I swear
 While I'm contemplatin' thinkin about later
 Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray, anyways
 "Is there a Queen in the house?"
 How could he say this out his mouth?
 I'm the only black chick with diamonds this thick
 Hopin' it's my nigga Blake C.
 'Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you
 Check it, let me school you
 Remember when I said those niggaz robbed Leo
 Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
 They was creole, used to be a tight trio
 Till one fled with the dough, what's his name?
 (Rio)
 I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover
 Played they hoes in tight clothes like they was no other
 Dumbin' like the Jungle Brothers, till they caught me for my gems
 All I'm sayin' is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?
 You late, duct tape and cable rope
 Once I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uh
 (Oh oh)
 Na, na, na, na,
 (Oh, oh)
 Whookie, whookie, whooooo
 (Oh, oh)
 (Oh, oh, oh)
 Na, na, na, na
 (Oh, oh)
 Wha
 (Oh, oh, oh)
 Na, na, na, na
 (Oh, oh)
 (Oh, oh, oh)
 Na, na, na, na, wha
 (Bullshit walks, money talks)
 (Oh, oh, oh)
 Na, na, na, na, wha
 (Bullshit walks, money talks)
 (Oh, oh, oh)
 Wha uh, na, na, na, na
 (Uh, gotta get that money man, money talks)
 (Oh, oh, oh)
 Na, na, na, na, wha
 (Bullshit walks, money talks)
 (Oh, oh, oh)
 Na, na, na, na, wha
 (Bullshit walks, money talks)
 (Oh, oh, oh)
 Wha uh, na, na, na, na
 (Uh, gotta get that money man, money talks)










