Get Money Lyrics - Singles - Junior M.a.f.i.a

Fuck bitches, get money 

Fuck niggas, get money 

Fuck bitches, get money 

Fuck niggas, get money 

Fuck bitches, get money 

Fuck niggas, get money 

You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo' 

Play Nintendo with Cease and Nino 

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 tittie saying "B-I-G". Now check it: 

You wanna be my main squeeze, baby 

Don'tcha? You want to give me 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'se the one I trusted 

Who would ever think that you would 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 fucking 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 ass-kickin' 

Lick in the door, waving the .44 

All you heard was "Poppa don't hit me no more!" 

Disrespect my clique, my shit's imperial 

Fuck around and made her milk box material 

You feel me? Sucking dick, running your lips 

Cause of you, I'm on some real "fuck-a-bitch" shit 

Fuck bitches, get money 

Fuck niggas, get money 

Fuck bitches, get money 

Fuck niggas, get money 

Fuck bitches, get money 

Fuck niggas, get money 

Fuck bitches, get money 

Fuck niggas, get money 

Niggas better grab a seat 

Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep 

Deeper than the pussy of a bitch 6 feet 

Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite 

Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down 

Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound 

Now I'm Billboard, now niggas press to hit it 

Play me like a chicken, thinking I'm pressed to get it 

Rather do the killing than the stick-up jukes 

Rather count a million while you eat my pussy 

Push me to the limit, get my feelings in it 

Get me open while I'm cumming down your throat 

Then, you wanna be my main squeeze, nigga 

Don'tcha? You wanna lick between my knees, nigga 

Don'tcha want to see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave 

Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad 

Break up affairs, lick shots in the air 

You get vexed and start swinging everywhere 

Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me 

Pull out your 9 while I cock on mine 

Yeah, what nigga? I ain't got time for this 

So what, nigga? I'm not trying to hear that shit 

Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits 

Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots 

Things that make up for all the games and the lies 

Hallmark cards saying "I apologize" 

Is you with me? How could you ever deceive me? 

But payback's a bitch, motherfucker, believe me 

Naw I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo flow 

Just a lil something to let you motherfuckers know