Lil’ Kim - Whenever You See Me lyrics
[Lil’ Kim - Whenever You See Me lyrics]
Uh, Yo Yo Yo, Yeah
One time (IRS) , Two time (Money Team)
You know what it is (yeah)
Whenever you see me
I'm in the coupe wit' the windows down
Looking kinda breezy
Each of my wrists like a hundred thou'
I make it look easy
Watch the Pirellis go round and round
That's why they feel me
On the strength of how I gets down
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
I'm gonna find you, and take it slowly
You know I move in silence
Like them gangstas taught me
Put money on the table
Pass the pepper and salt please
Moving too fast, take it slow like R&B
But aren't I resisting things
Out on South Beach
Blanco, Kimmy B, Urs, the same thing
Ain't shit change
Going hard for the whole team
Got niggas on my line
I ain't hanging no clothing
A bitch been crack
Just living this dope dream
I'm talking 'bout Bulgari on the charm
Piguet on the arm limited edition Giuseppes
You know I got the shooters from the
Turf that'll pop you like Percs
I suggest you muhfuckas don't test me
Wanna eat me out, can he pay all my bills?
Foreign G Wagon in the house on Nut Hills
Put this pussy on you like
The sun in the morning
Beat it up, beat it up, up
The money coming in
I been having a good year
I wear Prada, Balenciaga the footwear
If I'm in the building then you
Know that the hood there
I'm spitting fire till I
Retire like Goodyear
Pocket full of chicken, getting that poultry
Got niggas mad cause I'm in
My bag like groceries my team wild
Better watch how you approach me
I get a OG to punch you
Right in your gold teeth
Yo, I'm wit' my girl Kim
Girlfriend go harder than grown men
She bad wit' a Hermes bag
Bringing the chrome in
I go hard but I make it look easy
Whenever you see me, I'm ballin' like CP3
You can't run away, yeah
From the truth, oh no no, baby, yeah baby
It's gonna catch up to you one day
Kim and Cassidy
We got these streets lit baby, yeah baby
We run shit from Brooklyn to Philly
One time (IRS) , Two time (Money Team)
You know what it is (yeah)
Whenever you see me
I'm in the coupe wit' the windows down
Looking kinda breezy
Each of my wrists like a hundred thou'
I make it look easy
Watch the Pirellis go round and round
That's why they feel me
On the strength of how I gets down
Ready or not, here I come, you can't hide
I'm gonna find you, and take it slowly
You know I move in silence
Like them gangstas taught me
Put money on the table
Pass the pepper and salt please
Moving too fast, take it slow like R&B
But aren't I resisting things
Out on South Beach
Blanco, Kimmy B, Urs, the same thing
Ain't shit change
Going hard for the whole team
Got niggas on my line
I ain't hanging no clothing
A bitch been crack
Just living this dope dream
I'm talking 'bout Bulgari on the charm
Piguet on the arm limited edition Giuseppes
You know I got the shooters from the
Turf that'll pop you like Percs
I suggest you muhfuckas don't test me
Wanna eat me out, can he pay all my bills?
Foreign G Wagon in the house on Nut Hills
Put this pussy on you like
The sun in the morning
Beat it up, beat it up, up
The money coming in
I been having a good year
I wear Prada, Balenciaga the footwear
If I'm in the building then you
Know that the hood there
I'm spitting fire till I
Retire like Goodyear
Pocket full of chicken, getting that poultry
Got niggas mad cause I'm in
My bag like groceries my team wild
Better watch how you approach me
I get a OG to punch you
Right in your gold teeth
Yo, I'm wit' my girl Kim
Girlfriend go harder than grown men
She bad wit' a Hermes bag
Bringing the chrome in
I go hard but I make it look easy
Whenever you see me, I'm ballin' like CP3
You can't run away, yeah
From the truth, oh no no, baby, yeah baby
It's gonna catch up to you one day
Kim and Cassidy
We got these streets lit baby, yeah baby
We run shit from Brooklyn to Philly