- Get Money (Performed by Junior M.A.F.I.A.) 歌詞 The Notorious B.I.G.
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- The Notorious B.I.G. Get Money (Performed by Junior M.A.F.I.A.) 歌詞
- The Notorious B.I.G.
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You wanna sip Moe on my living room flo
Play Nintendo with Ceas and Nino
Pick up my phone say Poppa not home
Sex all night, mad head in the morn
Spin my Vs, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on titties sayin 'B-I-G'
Now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby, dont ya?
You wanna give me what I need baby, wont 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 was 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 Mo-schi-no ho, my Ver-sace hottie
Come to find out, you was f* *king everybody
You knew about me, the fake I.D
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C
Woe oh is me thats what I get for trickin
Pay my own bail, commence the ass kickin
Kick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was Poppa dont hit me no more
Disrespect my click, my shits imperial
F**k around and made her milk box material
You feel me, suckin dick, runnin your lips
Cause of you, Im on some real
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Niggas betta grab a seat
Grab on ya 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 streets guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now Im Billboard now, niggas pressed to hit it
Play me like a chicken
Thinkin Im pressed to get it
Rather do the killin 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 Im cummin down your throat-in
You wanna be my main squeeze nigga, dont cha
You wanna lick between my knees nigga
Dont cha wanna see me whipping ya three down the ave
Blow up spots on bitches because Im mad
Break up affairs lick shots in the air
You get vex and start swingin everywhere
Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out your 9, while I cock on mine
And what nigga? I aint got time for this
So what nigga? Im not tryin to hear that shit
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel Nine boots
Things to 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 paybacks a bitch motherf**ker, believe me
Naw I aint gay this aint no lesbo flow
Jus a lil somethin to let you motherf**kers know
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