Y'all know who it is (NEW MONEY!)
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It's me bitches!
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Back up on the scene is the microphone fiend
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Fuck keepin' it clean, I'm keepin' it real green
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WARNING! She's hazardous, ghetto fabulous
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You can't see her with binoculars (You cannot see her dog)
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I'm keepin' it hollyhood out in Hollywood
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Put ya lighters up if you rollin' that backwood (put 'em up, put 'em up)
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Once again it's on, ya girl's back in the zone
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Maybe it's the beat or the seven shots of Patrone
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Like Cypress Hill I'm insane in the brain
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My niggas, clear the lane I'm comin' to bring the pain (She comin'!)
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Time for a change, ya'll all sound the same
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Y'all all makin' it rain, we makin' it HURRICANE
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Like a good meal, I hit the spot
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This is why, this is why, this is why I'm hot
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(This is why she hot)
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What you cowards forgot? I'm stayin on top
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I'm kinda like your album, ain't never gon' drop
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Y'all got gun and ain't never gon' pop
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You already know the motto, ain't never gon' stop
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I'm always on that green light, tryna get my team right
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Back to back 550s that's crA¡§me white
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Red diamonds like a inferred beam light
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My soldiers masked up like it's Halloween night
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You know the Apple Bottoms get the jeans fittin' tight
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Marsheanio bra got the titties sittin' right
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You know JT had a sexy track
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But it's gon' take Lil' Kim to bring sexy back
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It's me the trendsetter, 24-7 Star sweater
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24 karat gold on astar leather, best thing since Donetella
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We in the club and our table's bottled up like a wine cellar
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Let's get this mozzarella, money is time fella
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The Queen reign better get under my umbrella
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Ella, ella, aye, aye, aye
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It's the Mafia La Bella
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Ella, ella, all day, aye... YEAAA
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Kim still gutta mayne
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American idol before Ruben Studdard mayne
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My sex appeal make you stu-stu stutter mayne
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My CD all in ya crib like brudda mayne
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I'm seasoned with all the right spices
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I'm the whole pie, ya'll just slices
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I'm hotter than Tabasco sause
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When God make it rain it's too cool me off
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Get that money, get that money
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Don't stop huggin' the block
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Get that money
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Get that money, get that money
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Don't stop huggin' the block
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Get that money
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Cause I'm bout to own the charts
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When I pop my collar, man I'm extra heavy on the starch
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Extra heavy on the wheels, extra heavy on the watch
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Jewelry like Henny extra heavy on the rocks
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My dudes on the grind extra heavy on the block
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You know I like my men extra heavy with the guap
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You lookin' for the dude leavin the club in the Galado
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I'm lookin' for the dude leavin' in the helicopter
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So we can toast, overlookin' the coast
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Just think about that next time you flyin' coach
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Yea I came home, lil' meat on the thighs
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I'm eye candy, real sweet on the eyes
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Yea I fucked with Nas, hypnotized B.I
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Damn, they even thought I'd marry J like Blige
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But naw, Kim keep two steepin'
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Two fo' seven is what I'm reppin'
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Lil' Kim for mayor, fuck with a real bitch
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Queen Bee nigga get with the real shit
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You need a fix? I'm the one to holler at
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Ya stocks went down, you can't get a dollar back
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It's Kim Bitches (Get That Money)
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| Lil' Kim |
