Lyrics Get Money - Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, 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 tittie' sayin' B.I.G., now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Don′t ya, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won′t ya, 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 you's 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 Moschino ho', my Versace 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 .44
All you heard was, "Poppa don′t hit me no more"
Disrespect my clique, my shits 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
Fuck bitches, get money
Fuck niggas, get money
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Fuck niggas, get money
Nigga, better grab a seat
Grab on your dick as this bitch get 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 bound, 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 juxs
Or 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
You wanna be my main squeeze nigga
Don't ya?, you wanna lick between my knees nigga
Don′t ya wanna see me whippin' your three 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
Adia Vinadini and Chanel lime 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 deceive me?
But payback's a bitch, motherfucka′ believe me
Nah, I ain't gay, this ain′t no lesbo' flow
Just a little somethin′, to let you motherfuckers know
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Fuck niggas, get money