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Get Money (Junior M.A.F.I.A.)

Get money Get money Get money Get money Get money Get money You wanna sip mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with cease a Leo Pick up my phone say "Poppa not home" Sex all night mad head in the morn' Spin my V, smoke all my weed Tattoo on sayin' B I G, now check it You wanna be my main squeeze baby Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby Won'tcha, 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 you's the one I trusted Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? Got hot, you sent feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take all I got 'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said, "I raped her" Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper? My mo-sci-no, my ver-sa-ce hottie Come to find out, you was everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin' Pay my own bail, commence to kickin' Lick in the door, wavin' the four-four All you heard was, poppa don't hit me no more Disrespect my click, my imperial Fuck around and made her milk box material You feel me? suckin' , runnin' your lips 'Cause of you, I'm on some real Get money Get money Get money Get money Get money Get money Get money Get money Betta grab a seat grab on your as this gets deep Deeper than the of a six feet Stiff feel sweet in this little petite Young from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound Now I'm Billboard now, press to hit it Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it Rather do the killin' than the stick up jooks Or rather count a million while you eat my Push me to the limit get my feelings in it Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat You wanna be my main squeeze Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees Don'tcha wanna see me whippin' your three down the Ave Blow up spots on because I'm mad Break up affairs lick 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 Yeah what? I ain't got time for this So what? I'm not tryin' to hear that Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits Adia Vinadini and Chanel lime boots Things that make up, for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards, sayin, "I apologize" Is you with me how could you ever deceive me? But payback's a, believe me Naw I ain't gay this ain't no flow Just a little somethin', to let you motherfucker know Get money Get money Get money ...