The Notorious B.I.G. – Get Money Lyrics
[Hook (Repeat *3)]
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money
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 V's, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on titties sayin "B-I-G"
Now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby, don't ya?
You wanna give me what I need baby, won't 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 fucking everybody
You knew about me, the fake I.D
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C
Woe oh is me that's 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 don't hit me no more
Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial
Fuck around and made her milk box material
You feel me, suckin' dick, runnin' your lips
Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit
Chorus (repeat *4)
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 I'm Billboard now, niggas pressed to hit it
Play me like a chicken
Thinkin' I'm 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 I'm cummin' down your throat-in
You wanna be my main squeeze nigga, don't cha
You wanna lick between my knees nigga
Don't cha wanna see me whipping ya three down the ave?
Blow up spots on bitches because I'm 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 ain't got time for this
So what nigga? I'm 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 payback's a bitch motherfucker, believe me
Naw I ain't gay this ain't no lesbo flow
Jus a lil somethin' to let you motherfuckers know...
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