Lyrics Get Money - The Notorious B.I.G. , Lil' Cease , Junior M.A.F.I.A. , Lil' Kim
You
wanna
sip
Mo'
on
my
living
room
floor
Play
Nintendo
with
Cease
and
Nino
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
tattas,
sayin'
"Big
Poppa,"
now
check
it
You
wanna
be
my
main
squeeze
baby,
don't
ya
You
wanna
get
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'se
the
one
I
trusted
Who
would
ever
think
that
you
would
spread
like
mustard
Things
got
hot,
you
sent
FEDs
to
my
spot
Took
me
to
court,
tried
to
take,
all
I
got
Another
intricate
plot,
the
tramp
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
hittin'
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'
Came
out
on
bail,
commence
to
ass
kickin'
Look
in
the
door,
wavin'
the
.44
All
you
heard
was
"Poppa,
don't
hit
me
no
more"
Disrespect
my
clique,
my
game's
imperial
Mess
around
and
made
her
milkbox
material
You
feel
me,
stealin'
chips,
runnin'
your
lips
Cause
of
you
I'm
on
some
real
Get
money
[B.I.G.]
What
you
say,
uh
Get
money
[B.I.G.]
What
you
say,
what
you
say,
uh
Get
money
[B.I.G.]
What
you
say,
uh
Get
money
[B.I.G.]
What
you
say,
what
you
say,
uh
Repeat
Hook
Better
grab
a
seat
Grab
on
you
quick
as
this
chick
gets
deep
Deeper
than
the
of
a
girl
six
feet
Stiff
ones
feel
sweet
in
this
little
petite
Young
trick
from
the
street,
guaranteed
to
stay
down
Used
to
bring
work
out
of
town
on
Greyhound
Now
I'm
Billboard
bound,
ballers
pressed
to
hit
it
Play
me
like
a
chicken,
thinkin'
I'm
stressed
to
get
it
Rather
do
the
drivin'
than
the
stick
up
jooks
Rather
count
a
million
while
you
eat
my
Push
me
to
the
limit,
get
my
feelings
in
it
Get
me
open
while
my
tongue
is
down
your
throat,
then
You
wanna
be
my
main
SQUEEZE,
baby
Don't
ya
You
wanna
get
between
my
KNEES,
baby
Don't
ya
wanna
see
me
whippin
your
3 down
the
Ave
Blow
up
spots
on
chickens
because
I'm
mad
Break
up
affairs
cause
you
know
I
don't
care
You
get
vexed
and
start
swingin'
everywhere
Me
shifty,
now
you
wanna
flip
and
hit
me
Pull
out,
that's
fine,
I'll
just
cop
on
mine
So
what
now,
I
ain't
got
time
to
clown
So
what,
trick,
I
ain't
got
time
for
this
Now
you
wanna
buy
me
diamonds
and
Armani
suits
Adrienne
Vitadini
and
Chanel
9 boots
Things
to
make
up,
for
all
the
games
and
the
lies
Hallmark
cards,
sayin'
"I
apologize"
Is
you
with
me,
how
could
you
ever
deceive
me
But
payback's
for
real
Believe
me
Naw,
I
ain't
slow,
this
ain't
no
bimbo
flow
Just
a
little
somethin',
to
let
you
player
haters
know
Repeat
Hook
Four
Times
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.