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Lil' Kim - Money Talk (Ft. Andrea Martin & Lil Cease)

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Lyrics: Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Na, na na, na) Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Uh, uh, uh, what) Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Na, na na, na) Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Uh, uh, uh, what) Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweight's Not them playa haters, knahmsayin? 'Cause in the Commission You ask for permission to hit em, uh My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake Introduced me to this heavy weighter, called himself Drake 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 digits 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, funny money vision (Uh, uh, uh) 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 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 Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh 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 'em 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 committee stay shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's One glance at the Benz-y 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 uh, It's just vendetta for my man Do anything for the fam, I'ma 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, this nigga ain't about nuttin', 'cause he keep frontin' He must be up to somethin', round 'em up, here I come, uh 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 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 Metamorphism 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 niggaz robbed Leo Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo They was creole, used to be a tight trio Till 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, till 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, uh (Oh oh) Na, na, na, na, (Oh, oh) Whookie, whookie, whooooo (Oh, oh) (Oh, oh, oh) Na, na, na, na (Oh, oh) Wha (Oh, oh, oh) Na, na, na, na (Oh, oh...