Lil' Kim

Lil' Kim - Money Talks lyrics

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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
 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

 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
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