Lil’ Kim, Trife of The Snakes, Lil’ Cease, Andrea Martin - Money Talks lyrics
[Lil’ Kim, Trife of The Snakes, Lil’ Cease, Andrea Martin - Money Talks lyrics]
It's Tim baland, and Lil' Kim
(Na na nahh nah)
It's Tim baland, and Lil' Kim
(Uh, uh huh, what)
It's Tim baland, and Lil' Kim
(Na na nahh nah)
It's Tim baland, and Lil' Kim
(Uh, uh huh, what) yo, yo yo yo
This joint is strictly for heavyweighters
Not them playa haters, nahmsayin?
Cause in the Commission, you ask
For permission to hit em, uhh
My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lakes
First mistake, Jesus piece was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake
I ain't fuckin with him
Number one rule, always keep your cool
Even though you ain't a fool, and you
See right through the nigga, how he figure?
If he holdin less than six
He gonna get the seven digit's or visit
Numbers in my Wizard?
Duke ain't even worth the space
Glass shoes and igloos put him
Dead in his place
Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
I got 20
20 vision (Uhh) funny money vision (Uh, huh)
No dough, no show, dodo, that's a no no
Just some famous words from
The late Frank White
I blink right, if your bank tight
Duke wanted me to work for him
Even flirt for him
Wear a short skirt for him, he don't know
I'ma end up hurtin him at the end of the day
(Uh) shit, I got bills to pay
And it ain't my fault
If money talk and bullshit walk, round one
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway
Because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway
Because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way
Know de money and the lovin is my style
Me a forget it tonight
Mmm uhh, UHH, uhh, uhh
The play starts at 8: 00, let's hit the venue
Invited his man, and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on 'em
Shoes with the crocodile on it
But the nigga still was corny, he bore me
His preference was more sorta like soccer
Me, I do operas with the Mali and the vodka
Out in Cali gettin proper, and I
Betcha fifty
My whole commitee stay shitty ask
Smitty with the Desert E's
One glance at the bezzy make ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these
Whatchu talkin? I
Hate this nigga in the worst way
And I didn't wanna be here in the first place
But uhh, it's just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam
I'mma go along with the plan
Tryin hard not to throw him off
And I know he soft, when I cough
It's to cover up a lie
And the lie keep me full of empathy
So when I shit on this nigga
He gon' still pamper me i see
(I see) , this nigga ain't about nothin'
Cause he keep frontin'
He must be up to somethin, round em up
Here I come uhhh
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway
Because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway
Because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way
Know de money and the lovin is my style
Me a forget it tonight
As the evening winds down, I'm making sure
That my milli got rounds, plane
Ticket back to town, now
I picked the place, Umberto's of course it's
Italian where they confiscate
Burners in they office
Metamorphis anywhere, any year, who dare
They the mob and they don't
Care, and I swear, while I'm
Contemplatin thinkin about later
Here come the waiter with the
Phone in the tray, anyways
"Is there a Queen in the house?" How
Could he say this out his mouth?
I'm the only black chick
With diamonds this thick, hopin'
It's my nigga Blake C
Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you
Check it, let me school you
Remember when I said those niggas robbed Leo
Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
They was creole, used to be a tight trio
Til one fled with the dough, what's his name?
(Rio)
I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover
Played they hoes in tight clothes
Like they was no other
Dumbin like the Jungle Brothers
Til they caught me for my gems
All I'm sayin is what he did
To me, do it to him, is you straight?
You late, duct tape and cable rope
Once I wrap it round his
Throat it's all she wrote, uhhhwha
(oh oh) nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
Whookie whookie whooooo! (oh oh)
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah (oh oh) wha!
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
(Na na nahh nah)
It's Tim baland, and Lil' Kim
(Uh, uh huh, what)
It's Tim baland, and Lil' Kim
(Na na nahh nah)
It's Tim baland, and Lil' Kim
(Uh, uh huh, what) yo, yo yo yo
This joint is strictly for heavyweighters
Not them playa haters, nahmsayin?
Cause in the Commission, you ask
For permission to hit em, uhh
My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lakes
First mistake, Jesus piece was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cake
I ain't fuckin with him
Number one rule, always keep your cool
Even though you ain't a fool, and you
See right through the nigga, how he figure?
If he holdin less than six
He gonna get the seven digit's or visit
Numbers in my Wizard?
Duke ain't even worth the space
Glass shoes and igloos put him
Dead in his place
Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
I got 20
20 vision (Uhh) funny money vision (Uh, huh)
No dough, no show, dodo, that's a no no
Just some famous words from
The late Frank White
I blink right, if your bank tight
Duke wanted me to work for him
Even flirt for him
Wear a short skirt for him, he don't know
I'ma end up hurtin him at the end of the day
(Uh) shit, I got bills to pay
And it ain't my fault
If money talk and bullshit walk, round one
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway
Because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway
Because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way
Know de money and the lovin is my style
Me a forget it tonight
Mmm uhh, UHH, uhh, uhh
The play starts at 8: 00, let's hit the venue
Invited his man, and some bitch named Kendall
Tried to style on 'em
Shoes with the crocodile on it
But the nigga still was corny, he bore me
His preference was more sorta like soccer
Me, I do operas with the Mali and the vodka
Out in Cali gettin proper, and I
Betcha fifty
My whole commitee stay shitty ask
Smitty with the Desert E's
One glance at the bezzy make ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these
Whatchu talkin? I
Hate this nigga in the worst way
And I didn't wanna be here in the first place
But uhh, it's just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam
I'mma go along with the plan
Tryin hard not to throw him off
And I know he soft, when I cough
It's to cover up a lie
And the lie keep me full of empathy
So when I shit on this nigga
He gon' still pamper me i see
(I see) , this nigga ain't about nothin'
Cause he keep frontin'
He must be up to somethin, round em up
Here I come uhhh
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway
Because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
I want to give it up anyway
Because it more pay
More time, more money, have it your way
Know de money and the lovin is my style
Me a forget it tonight
As the evening winds down, I'm making sure
That my milli got rounds, plane
Ticket back to town, now
I picked the place, Umberto's of course it's
Italian where they confiscate
Burners in they office
Metamorphis anywhere, any year, who dare
They the mob and they don't
Care, and I swear, while I'm
Contemplatin thinkin about later
Here come the waiter with the
Phone in the tray, anyways
"Is there a Queen in the house?" How
Could he say this out his mouth?
I'm the only black chick
With diamonds this thick, hopin'
It's my nigga Blake C
Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you
Check it, let me school you
Remember when I said those niggas robbed Leo
Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
They was creole, used to be a tight trio
Til one fled with the dough, what's his name?
(Rio)
I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover
Played they hoes in tight clothes
Like they was no other
Dumbin like the Jungle Brothers
Til they caught me for my gems
All I'm sayin is what he did
To me, do it to him, is you straight?
You late, duct tape and cable rope
Once I wrap it round his
Throat it's all she wrote, uhhhwha
(oh oh) nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
Whookie whookie whooooo! (oh oh)
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah (oh oh) wha!
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah