[Verse 1 - Lil Kim]
To all my motherf**in' gettin' money hoes
Used to clothes
And all my ghetto b**hes in the projects
Coming through like bulldozers
No, we ain't sober
Bum b**hes know better than to start sh**
n***as love a hard b**hOne that get up in a n***a's a** quicker than an enemaMake a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegarKidnap the senator
Make him call his wife and say he never coming home
Kim got him in a zone beating they dicks
Even got some of these straight chicks rubbing their tits
What? I'm loving this sh**
Queen b**h!
What b**h you know can thug it like this?Imagine if I was dude and hittin' cats from the backWith no strings attached
Yeah n***a, picture that!
I treat y'all n***as like y'all treat us
No Doubt! Ay yo, yo
Come here so I can bust in ya mouth
[]=Lil' Kim
()=Mr. Bristal
(Ay yo, come on here b**h)
n***a fu*k YOU
(No, fu*k YOU b*tch)
Who you talking to?
(Why you actin' like a b*tch?)
Cause y'all n***as ain't sh**
And if I was dudeI'd tell y'all to s** my dick
[Verse 2 - Lil' Kim]
No, no, no, no
All I wanna do is get my p**y s**ed (n***a!)
Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck
While I get you f**ed up off the T.O.N.YThe BX, the chron-chronAnd the list goes on and on
(On and on and on)
Like Erykah BaduOnce he drink the Remi down
Ooh I got this n***a nowHe asked me did I love him
I said what came to mind like n***as be doingYeah baby, I love you long timeLook I ain't tryin' to s** ya
I might not even f** ya
Just lay me on this bed and give me some head
Got the camcord layin' in the drawer where he can't see
Can't wait to show my girls he s**ed the piss out my p**yBeen doin' this for years, no need to practice
Take lessons from the Queen and you'll know how to mack this
n***as know he gave me all his cake
I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face
[Verse 3 - Lil' Kim]
I'mma keep it real
For the dough I might k**
I'm try-na see my face on a hundred dollar bill
Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight
He said he'd pay me ten grand just to belly danceCum all on his pants
I met him at the studio
He showed up with his homeboy named Julio
I said 'Whoa! Who's the other guy?'
Hope you know you paying extra for this f**in' third eyeSomething about him, I knew he was a phony
Put the burner in his mouth
'Fool, Give me my money!'
He was just a n***a frontin' like he knew mad starsIn his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars
n***as ain't sh** but they still can trickAll they can do for me is s** my clit
I'm jumpin' up and up after I cum
Thinkin' they gon' get some p**y but they gets none