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Junior M.a.f.i.a. Conspiracy Get Money [Notorious B.I.G.] You wanna sit more on my livin' room floor Play Nintendo with Cease and Eno Pick up my phone, say "Poppa not home." Sex all night, mad head in the morn' Spin my beads, smoke all my weed Tattoo on titty say you're B.I.G., now check it You wanna be my main squeeze baby, dontcha? You wanna gimme what I need baby Wontcha, picture life as my wife, just think Full length mink, fat X and O links Bracelets to match, conversation was all that Showed you the safe combinations and all that Guess you could say youse the one I trusted Who would ever think that you was spread like mustard Shit got hot, you sent feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take all I got Another intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her Damn! Why she wanna stick me for my paper? My Moschino ho, my Versace hottie Come to find out, you was fuckin' every-body You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C. Woe always me, that's what I get for trickin' Came out on bail, commenced to ass-kickin' Lick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was "Poppa, don't hit no more!" Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial Fuck around and made her milk box material You feel me, suckin' dick, runnin' your lips Cuz of you, I pull some real fuck a bitch shit Chorus: Come bitches, get money Punk niggaz, get money [Little Kim] Niggaz, better grab a seat grab on your dick as this bitch dig deep Deeper than a pussy of a bitch six feet Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work out of town on Greyhound Now I'm Billboard bound, niggaz pressed to hit it Play me like a ticket, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it Rather do the killin' and the stick-up (?) Rather count a million while you eat my pussy Push me to the limit, get my feelin's in it Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat and You wanna be my main squeeze, nigga, dontcha? You wanna lick between my knees, nigga Dontcha wanna see me whippin' your three down the Ave. Blow up spots or bitches because I'm mad Break up affairs like shots in the air You get vexed and start swingin' everywhere Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me Pull out your nine while I cock on mine Now what nigga? I ain't got time for this. So what nigga? I'm not tryin' to hear that shit Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits Ada Venadini and Chanel 9 boots Things that make up for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards saying I apologize Is you wit' me? How could you ever deceive me? Payback's a bitch, mothafucka, believe me Naah, I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo flow Just a little somethin' to let you mothafuckas know Chorus: Come bitches, get money Punk niggaz, get money |
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