Money Talks movie - Money Talks lyrics
rate meSong by Lil' Kim f/ Andrea Martin, Lil' Cease, Trife<br /><br>
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah)<br>
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (uh, uh-huh, what)<br>
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah)<br>
Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (uh, uh-huh, what)<br>
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Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweighters<br>
not them playa haters, knahmsayin?<br>
Cause in the Commission, you ask for permission to hit em, uhh<br>
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[Verse One: Lil' Kim]<br>
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My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake<br>
Introduced me to this heavyweighter, called hisself Drake<br>
First mistake, Jesus piece was fake<br>
But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't fuckin with him<br>
Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though<br>
you ain't a fool, and you see right through the nigga, how he figure?<br>
If he holdin less than six<br>
He gonna get the seven digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?<br>
Duke ain't even worth the space<br>
Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his place<br>
Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?<br>
I got 20/20 vision (uhh) funny money vision (uh-huh)<br>
No dough, no show, dodo, that's a no-no<br>
Just some famous words from the late Frank White<br>
I blink right, if your bank tight<br>
Duke wanted me to work for him, even flirt for him<br>
Wear a short skirt for him, he don't know<br>
I'ma end up hurtin him at the end of the day<br>
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my fault<br>
If money talk and bullshit walk, round one<br>
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[Chorus: Andrea Martin]<br>
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I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age<br>
I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay<br>
More time, more money, have it your way<br>
[repeat 2X]<br>
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Know de money and the lovin is my style<br>
Me a forget it tonight<br>
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[Verse Two: Lil' Kim]<br>
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Mmm... uhh, UHH, uhh, uhh<br>
The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue<br>
Invited his man, and some bitch named Kendall<br>
Tried to style on em, shoes with the crocadile on em<br>
But the nigga still was corny, he bore me<br>
His preference was more sorta like soccer<br>
Me, I do operas with the Mali and the vodka<br>
out in Cali gettin proper, and I, betcha fifty<br>
My whole commitee stay shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's<br>
One glance at the Benz-y make ya freeze<br>
Please, I got a mil on these, whatchu talkin? I...<br>
hate this nigga in the worst way<br>
And I didn't wanna be here in the first place<br>
But uhh, It's just vendetta for my man<br>
Do anything for the fam, I'ma go along with the plan<br>
Tryin hard not to throw him off<br>
And I know he soft, when I cough, it's to cover up a lie<br>
and the lie keep me full of empathy<br>
So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' still pamper me<br>
I see, this nigga ain't about nuttin, cause he keep frontin<br>
He must be up to somethin, round em up, here I come<br>
Uhhh<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[Verse Three: Lil' Kim, Trife, Lil' Cease]<br>
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As the evening winds down, I'm making sure<br>
that my milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now<br>
I picked the place, Umberto's of course it's<br>
Italian where they confiscate, burners in they office<br>
Metamorphis anywhere, any year, who dare<br>
They the mob and they don't care, and I swear, while I'm<br>
contemplatin thinkin about later<br>
Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray, anyways<br>
"Is there a Queen in the house?" How could he say this out his mouth?<br>
I'm the only black chick with diamonds this thick, hopin<br>
it's my nigga Blake C.<br>
Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you<br>
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Check it, let me school you<br>
Remember when I said those niggaz robbed Leo<br>
Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo<br>
They was creole, used to be a tight trio<br>
Til one fled with the dough, what's his name? (Rio!)<br>
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I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover<br>
Played they hoes in tight clothes like they was no other<br>
Dumbin like the Jungle Brothers, til they caught me for my gems<br>
All I'm sayin is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?<br>
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[Lil' Kim]<br>
You late, duct tape and cable rope<br>
Once I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uhhhwha (oh oh)<br>
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nah nah nah nah (oh oh)<br>
whookie whookie whooooo! (oh oh)<br>
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah<br>
(oh oh) wha!<br>
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah (oh oh)<br>
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(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha<br>
bullshit walks, money talks<br>
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha<br>
bullshit walks, money talks<br>
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah<br>
uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks<br>
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha<br>
bullshit walks, money talks<br>
(oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha<br>
bullshit walks, money talks<br>
(oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah<br>
uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks<br>
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