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Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah) Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (uh, uh-huh, what) Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah) Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (uh, uh-huh, what) Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweighters not them playa haters, knahmsayin? Cause in the Commission, you ask for permission to hit em, uhh Verse One: Lil' Kim My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake Introduced me to this heavyweighter, called hisself 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 (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 SongtexteDuke 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 Chorus: Andrea Martin 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 (repeat 2X) Know de money and the lovin is my style Me a forget it tonight Verse Two: Lil' Kim 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 crocadile 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 commitee 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 uhh, 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 Uhhh Chorus Verse Three: Lil' Kim, Trife, Lil' Cease 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 niggaz 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? [Lil' Kim] 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 [bullshit walks, money talks] (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha [bullshit walks, money talks] (oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah [uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks] (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha [bullshit walks, money talks] (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha [bullshit walks, money talks] (oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah [uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks] Aus Songtexte Mania