Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Money, artist - The Notorious B.I.G.. Album song Original Hip Hop Throwbacks Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.06.2008
Record label: Turn Up The
Song language: English
Get Money |
Hehehe |
WHAT? |
Uhh, sex em up The fuck? |
That shit ain’t even ?? |
big boy |
Oh aight, you don’t, you don’t get none of that shit |
Uhh, check it out |
Bout to 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 tit-tie 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 youse 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 |
'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her |
Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper? |
My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottie |
Come to find out, you was fuckin 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 ass kickin |
Lick 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 milkbox material |
You feel me? |
Suckin dick, runnin your lips |
'Cause of you, I’m on some real fuck a bitch shit, uhh. |
Fuck bitches, get money. |
fuck niggaz, get money (3X) |
WHAT? |
I see mad girls like you |
You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot |
I’m tellin you though |
There AIN’T nobody like me You just frontin, there’s people out like that |
Uhh, whoo! |
Get at me Whoo, I told you niggaz |
Niggaz. |
betta grab a seat |
Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep |
Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet |
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite |
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down |
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound |
Now I’m Billboard now, niggaz press 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 |
Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga |
Don’tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga |
Don’tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave. |
Blow up spots on bitches 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 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 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 decieve me But payback’s a bitch motherfucker, believe me Naw I ain’t gay this aint no lesbo flow |
Just a lil somethin, to let you motherfuckers know |
Fuck bitches, get money. |
fuck niggaz, get money (*repeat to end*) |
Wait a minute, wait a minute |
Back up, just give me that shit, this shit is mine |
Oh you want my numbers and shit |
Look, now you wanna ?? |
I’m all that bitch, don’t ask |
You’re fuckin with a bitch named Aphrodite |
Y’all believe that shit? |
Just playin with you, worrd |
?? |
daddy is all that, oh word |
?? |
I’m talkin bout some presidents |
Talkin bout this motherfuckin cash |
Whatever you don’t think about this |
My nickname was Jesus in high school |
You don’t even believe that shit! |
God don’t believe that shit! |
I’m the supreme being baby |