Lil Kim - Custom Made (give It To You) lyrics

I gets right to the point - no time to play around When it comes to this cheddar - lay a n***a down Bust shots at his Rover if he dare come back around Pay me on time or I gots to take mine At first I seem friendly; but that's just in me I warn you - when I blow, it gets a little windy You make me want to fight you, I ain't nothin like you Y'all "Paper Thin," my sh** recycled They call me Lil' Kim, a.k.a. Cover Girl Sometimes I feel like I'm from another f**in world n***az buy me gla** slippers and diamond fingernails And aww, sh**, I got it all in this b**h [Chorus: (x2)] Goodness gracious, the papers! Where the cash at? Where the stash at? n***a pa** that! We rollin in tinted Nav's TV's in the dash, see we love the cash To all my b**hes in the strip club - shakin they a** (I ain't mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash! And all my hustlin n***az still out on the ave. Fightin over blocks and who got the best rocks And "Goodness gracious," the struggle never stops The things we all do to keep our pockets filled with knots People f** to my music - they say it's p**nographic My Billboards is nice; one day gon' be a cla**ic I f** with dudes, with "Members Only" jackets That sleep on bra** beds, with money for a mattress "Gettin' Money" b**h, and I roll with dimes Take pictures with our nines on the cover of New York Times Tattoos down our spine with the the picture of a dime Cuttin n***az short like inmates for phone time Everything I get is - custom made n***az, want to get laid; I gotta get paid (The papers..) [Chorus x2]