Lil’ Kim - It's Kim Bitches (Get That Money) lyrics
[Lil’ Kim - It's Kim Bitches Get That Money lyrics]
Ya'll know who it is nEW MONEY!
It's me, bitches
Back up on the scene
It's the microphone fiend
Fuck keepin' it clean
I'm keepin' it real green
(WARNING) She's hazardous, ghetto-fabulous
You can't see her with binoculars
(You cannot see her dawg)
I'm keepin' it Holly hood, out in Hollywood
Put ya lighters up if
You rollin' that backwood
(put 'em up, put 'em up) once again it's on
Your girl's back in the zone
Maybe it's the beat or the
Seven shots of Patron
Like Cypress Hill, I'm 'Insane In The Brain'
My niggas, clear the lane
I'm comin' to bring the pain (she comin')
Time for a change, ya'll all sound the same
Ya'll all makin' it rain
We makin' it hurricane
Like a good meal, I hit the spot
This is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot
What you cowards forgot, is stayin' on top
I'm kinda like your album
It ain't never gon' drop
Y'all got gun, and they never gon' pop
You already know the motto
"Ain't Never Gon' Stop"
I'm always on that green light
Tryna get my team right
Back to back 5-50s, that cream white
Red diamonds like a infrared beam light
My soldiers masked up like
It's Halloween night
You know the apple-bottoms got
The jeans fittin' tight
Marciano bra got the titties sittin' right
JT had a sexy track
But it's gon take Lil' Kim to bring sexy back
It's me the trendsetter, 24 7 Star sweater
24 karat gold on Astar leather
Best thing since Donetella
We in the club and our table's
Bottled up like a wine cellar
Let's get this mozzarella
Money is time fella
The Queen reign better get under
My umbrella-ella-ella aye aye aye
It's the Mafia La Bella-ella-ella
All day aye, yeah
Kim still gutta mane
American Idol, before Ruben Studdard mane
My sex appeal make you stu-stu-stutter mane
My CD all in ya crib like brudda mane
I'm seasoned with all the right spices
I'm the whole pie, y'all just slices
I'm hotter than Tabasco sauce
When God make it rain it's to cool me off
Get that money, get that money
Don't stop huggin' the block, get that money
Get that money, get that money
Don't stop huggin' the block, get that money
Cause, I'm 'bout to own the charts
When I pop my collar
Man I'm extra heavy on the starch
Extra heavy on the wheels
Extra heavy on the watch
Jewelry like Henny, extra heavy on the rocks
My dudes on the grind
Extra heavy on the block
You know I like my men
Extra heavy with the guap
You lookin' for the dude leavin'
The club in the Gallardo
I'm lookin' for the due
Leavin' in the helicopter
So we can toast, overlooking the coast
Just think about that
Next time you flyin' coach
Yeah I came home, little meat on the thighs
I'm eye candy, real sweet on the eyes
Yeah I fucked with Nas, hypnotized BI
Damn, they even thought I married Jay
Like Blige
But nah, nah, Kim keep two steppin'
Two-fo'-seven, is what I'm reppin'
Lil' Kim for mayor, fuck with a real bitch
Queen Bee nigga, get with the real shit
You need a fix, I'm the one to holla at
Ya stocks went down
You can't get a dolla back
It's me, bitches
Back up on the scene
It's the microphone fiend
Fuck keepin' it clean
I'm keepin' it real green
(WARNING) She's hazardous, ghetto-fabulous
You can't see her with binoculars
(You cannot see her dawg)
I'm keepin' it Holly hood, out in Hollywood
Put ya lighters up if
You rollin' that backwood
(put 'em up, put 'em up) once again it's on
Your girl's back in the zone
Maybe it's the beat or the
Seven shots of Patron
Like Cypress Hill, I'm 'Insane In The Brain'
My niggas, clear the lane
I'm comin' to bring the pain (she comin')
Time for a change, ya'll all sound the same
Ya'll all makin' it rain
We makin' it hurricane
Like a good meal, I hit the spot
This is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot
What you cowards forgot, is stayin' on top
I'm kinda like your album
It ain't never gon' drop
Y'all got gun, and they never gon' pop
You already know the motto
"Ain't Never Gon' Stop"
I'm always on that green light
Tryna get my team right
Back to back 5-50s, that cream white
Red diamonds like a infrared beam light
My soldiers masked up like
It's Halloween night
You know the apple-bottoms got
The jeans fittin' tight
Marciano bra got the titties sittin' right
JT had a sexy track
But it's gon take Lil' Kim to bring sexy back
It's me the trendsetter, 24 7 Star sweater
24 karat gold on Astar leather
Best thing since Donetella
We in the club and our table's
Bottled up like a wine cellar
Let's get this mozzarella
Money is time fella
The Queen reign better get under
My umbrella-ella-ella aye aye aye
It's the Mafia La Bella-ella-ella
All day aye, yeah
Kim still gutta mane
American Idol, before Ruben Studdard mane
My sex appeal make you stu-stu-stutter mane
My CD all in ya crib like brudda mane
I'm seasoned with all the right spices
I'm the whole pie, y'all just slices
I'm hotter than Tabasco sauce
When God make it rain it's to cool me off
Get that money, get that money
Don't stop huggin' the block, get that money
Get that money, get that money
Don't stop huggin' the block, get that money
Cause, I'm 'bout to own the charts
When I pop my collar
Man I'm extra heavy on the starch
Extra heavy on the wheels
Extra heavy on the watch
Jewelry like Henny, extra heavy on the rocks
My dudes on the grind
Extra heavy on the block
You know I like my men
Extra heavy with the guap
You lookin' for the dude leavin'
The club in the Gallardo
I'm lookin' for the due
Leavin' in the helicopter
So we can toast, overlooking the coast
Just think about that
Next time you flyin' coach
Yeah I came home, little meat on the thighs
I'm eye candy, real sweet on the eyes
Yeah I fucked with Nas, hypnotized BI
Damn, they even thought I married Jay
Like Blige
But nah, nah, Kim keep two steppin'
Two-fo'-seven, is what I'm reppin'
Lil' Kim for mayor, fuck with a real bitch
Queen Bee nigga, get with the real shit
You need a fix, I'm the one to holla at
Ya stocks went down
You can't get a dolla back