Money Talks Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim 

(Na, na na, na) 

Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim 

(Uh, uh, uh, what) 

Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim 

(Na, na na, na) 

Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim 

(Uh, uh, uh, what) 

Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweight's 

Not them playa haters, knahmsayin? 

'Cause in the Commission 

You ask for permission to hit em, uh 

My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake 

Introduced me to this heavy weighter, called himself Drake 

First mistake, Jesus piece was fake 

But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't fuckin' with him 

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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, funny money vision 

(Uh, uh, uh) 

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 

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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 

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 

Know de money and the lovin' is my style 

Me a forget it tonight 

Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh 

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 crocodile 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 committee 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 uh, 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, uh 

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 

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 

Metamorphism 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 

Till 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, till they caught me for my gems 

All I'm sayin' is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight? 

You late, duct tape and cable rope 

Once I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uh 

(Oh oh) 

Na, na, na, na, 

(Oh, oh) 

Whookie, whookie, whooooo 

(Oh, oh) 

(Oh, oh, oh) 

Na, na, na, na 

(Oh, oh) 

Wha 

(Oh, oh, oh) 

Na, na, na, na 

(Oh, oh) 

(Oh, oh, oh) 

Na, na, na, na, wha 

(Bullshit walks, money talks) 

(Oh, oh, oh) 

Na, na, na, na, wha 

(Bullshit walks, money talks) 

(Oh, oh, oh) 

Wha uh, na, na, na, na 

(Uh, gotta get that money man, money talks) 

(Oh, oh, oh) 

Na, na, na, na, wha 

(Bullshit walks, money talks) 

(Oh, oh, oh) 

Na, na, na, na, wha 

(Bullshit walks, money talks) 

(Oh, oh, oh) 

Wha uh, na, na, na, na 

(Uh, gotta get that money man, money talks)