Lil Kim - Get Yours lyrics

[Chorus] Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours If the rims on his ride ain't as big as yours You gettin' money what'chu hatin on my n***az for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours Throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin' yours If that other b**h's a** ain't as big as yours You gettin' money what'chu hatin on my b**hes for? Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin' yours Boss lady pull up in the back of the Maybach Chaffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned back Readin' the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin' on 'em Haters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'em Play all day on the Siruis, radio Satellite TV, who do it like me? In designer outfits, while sellin' the tag Yves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bag Keep the Pokeman in case a big b**h think I'm a** Eatin' through her stomach like a gastric, bypa** b**h you better buy a pa** and you better have the cash When you in my town you got to see me to buy a pa** Number one rule, think B.I.G. 50 grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P. The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna see They give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C. [Chorus] Yeah, well it's young Dash to all those who don't know The boy who stay hot when his j**els is so cold k**er screwface and he co*kin' that fo'-fo' Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul Wall Is all that called for? Whole crew do it up Champagne, threw it up, 'til n***az threw it up Cruisin' up, tinted up, gotta be some star Don't know what to call it, they say it's a truck car You been with a chump pah; like Ashton Was the first one to "Punk" y'all Have yo' a** holy and resemblin Spongebob Like an old album, you happen to come for us You guys get dust off It's the young boss, show you what the imp us for Family and friends be the only ones missin' boy Sayin' that you rich and all, tell me what'chu b**hin' for Maybe cause I'm gettin' mine - well is you gettin' yours? [Chorus] You don't really want it with the n***a right in front of Tip Have you duckin' on the sh**, wanna let the burner spit Get bucked b**h, give a f** who you run and get King of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin' sh** Bricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttime Take a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine 40 cal's and 45 glocks, I don't like nine Mac-9 and automatic flatten n***az lifeline I'm already rich, use the rappin as a pastime Grand Hustle b**h and I ain't settle for the last time Other n***az settle down cause I don't bag mine You see me pull it I'ma blast, I don't flash mine You n***az livin' check to check but I don't cash mine Deposit it and let it sit cause all the cash mine Been goin easy on you rappers I'ma mash now n***az throw your bottles in the air and put the gla** down [Chorus]