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| Lil Kim Miscellaneous Money Talks (f/Angie Martinez & Timbaland) Yo, yo yo yo This joint is strictly for heavyweighters Not for playa haters, know what I'm sayin'? Cause in the commission You ask for permission to hit it, uh My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake Introduced me to this heavyweight He called himself Drake First mistake, Jesus piece was fake But wait, he got singles in his cape 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 holding left and six He gonna get the seven digits or visit Numbers in my wizard Duke can't even work the space Glass shoes and englues Put em dead in his place Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake? I got 20/20 vision, funny money vision No dough, no show Dodo, that's a nono 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'm a intaperdent 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 1 [Chorus] I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age (Some stuff in another language) More time, more money, have it your way (2x) You know the money and the lovin' is my style Me a forget it tonight The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue Invited his man, and some bitch named Kendu Tried to style on em Shoes with the crocadile on it But the nigga still was cornered He bought it His preference was more sorta like soccer Me, I do offers with the Mali and the vodka Out in Cali gettin' proper, And I Betcha $50, my whole commitee stay shitty Act smitty with the Desert E's One glance at the beds he make ya freeze Please, I got a mil on these Whatcha talkin'? I...Hate this nigga in the worst way And I didn't wanna be here in the first place But a, 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 empathy So when I shit on this nigga He gonna still pamper me I see, this nigga ain't about nutin Cause he keep frontin' He must be up to something Round em up, here I come, uh [Chorus] As the evening winds down I'm making sure that my milli got rounds Playin' ticky back to town Now, I picked a place, Umberto beforces Italian where they confiscate Burners in they orifice, metamorphis Anywhere, any year, who dare They the Marvin, they don't care And I swear While I comtemplate 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 See? Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you [Someone else] Check it, let me screw you Remember when I said those niggas robbed Meo? Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo They was creo, used to be a tight trio Till one fled with the dough What's his name? [Lil' Kim] Rio!! [Timbaland] I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover Paid those hos with tight clothes (Like there was no other) Dumber like those younger brothers Till they caught me for my gems All I'm saying what they did to me Do it to him Is you straight? [Lil' Kim] You late duct tape and cable rope Once I rap around his throat That's all she wrote, uh [Angie Martinez and Timbaland] Bullshit walk, money talk (8x) sallysally@usa.net |
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