Give It To Me Lyrics - Blood Money - Mobb Deep

Yeah. 

If you gon' give it to me baby, give it to me 

Don't play games, jus' give it to me baby 

The waitin' is drivin' me crazy 

You can have it how you like it girl we could get it on tonight 

I'm gon' give it to you baby 

I aint playin' games I'ma give it to you baby 

The waiting's been drivin' you crazy 

Your place or mine baby it's goin' down tonight 

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Yo. 

Girl quit playin' why you tryin' to stall me 

Not on the first night come on that shit corny 

I'm tired of finger fuckin' this phone 

Phone calls bore me you got me horny 

Is you against me or is you for me 

Is you into dick pleasin' if so you leavin' 

Cell phones off so they won't be ringin' 

Might aswell get off when you get home you beastin' 

Motherfucker already think you cheatin' 

Homie wouldda cried then give him a reason 

I'm tired of you tellin' me how he's cheatin' 

Girl don't get mad get even. 

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Don't hurt nobody when you move that thang 

You a make a nigga jus' lose his brain 

When you make that ass clap and swing your hips 

Put your head in my lap then lick your lips 

Come on dip baby dip, yeah I'm about my pimp 

With a whole lotta ice twenty-fours on my whip 

You can all take a trip the after party 

Thirty two room mansion and ten garages 

Make a home flick, how them real minages 

So tell your girls it's just me and my partners 

We don't throw dollaz we start with twenty's 

And there's more where that came from, come get with 

It, yeah. 

Yo yo. 

I just wanna get you hot and wet 

I'm so seductive I make 'um fiend for the sex 

I just wanna stroke your brain 

For the first half hour then I smoke your thang 

This is exclusive sex we a star couple 

On the lee-low though we too much trouble 

And your friend's is hot, and my friend's is the shit 

We can have our own private party at the crib 

The haze the licks, your legs can sit 

On top of my shoulders while I'm goin' in 

Yeah I talk dirty and we jus' met 

But you feelin' the vibe you gotta admit.