Get Money Lyrics

[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