first 30 seconds: woman moans as beat slows down*}
[Lil` Kim]I gets right to the point no time to play around
When it comes to this cheddar lay a nigga down
Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around
Pay me on time or I gots to take mine
At first I seem friendly; but that`s just in me
I warn you when I blow it gets a little windy
You make me wanna fight you I ain`t nothin like you
Y`all `Paper Thin,` my shit recycled
They call me Lil` Kim, a.k.a. Cover Girl
Sometimes I feel like I`m from another fuckin world
Niggaz buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails
and awwwww, shit, I got it all in this bitch
Chorus: Lil` Kim (based on B.I.G.`s `Gimme the Loot`) 2X
Goodness gracious, the papers! Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Nigga pass that!We rollin in tinted Nav`s
TV`s in the dash, see we love the cash
[Lil` Kim]
To all my bitches in the strip club -- shakin they ass
(I ain`t mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash!
And all my hustlin niggaz still out on the ave.
Fightin over blocks and who got the best rocks
and `Goodness gracious,` the struggle never stops
The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots
People fuck to my music -- they say it`s pornographic
My Billboards is nice; one day gon` be a classic
I fuck with dudes, with `Members Only` jackets
that sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress
`Gettin` Money` bitch, and I roll with dimes
Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times
Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime
Cuttin niggaz short like inmates for phone time
Everything I get is -- custom made
Niggaz, wanna get laid; I, gotta get paid
(The papers..)
{*woman starts moaning again before the chorus*}
Chorus 2X
{*woman keeps moaning while beat fades out*}