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  • Текст песни Lil' Kim F/ Andrea Martin Lil' Cease Trife - Money Talks



    Just Tim baland and Lil' Kim (na na nahh nah)
    Just Tim baland and Lil' Kim (uh uh huh what)
    Just Tim baland and Lil' Kim (na na nahh nah)
    Just Tim baland and Lil' Kim (uh uh huh what)

    Yo yo yo yo this joint is strictly for heavyweighters
    not them playa haters knahmsayin?
    Cause in the Commission you ask for permission to hit em uhh

    Verse One: Lil' Kim

    My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake
    Introduced me to this heavyweighter, called hisself Drake
    First mistake, Jesus piece was fake
    But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't fuckin with him
    Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though
    you ain't a fool, and you see right through the nigga, how he figure?
    If he holdin less than six
    He gonna get the seven digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?
    Duke ain't even worth the space
    Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his place
    Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
    I got 20/20 vision (uhh) funny money vision (uh-huh)
    No dough, no show, dodo, that's a no-no
    Just some famous words from the late Frank White
    I blink right, if your bank tight
    Duke wanted me to work for him, even flirt for him
    Wear a short skirt for him, he don't know
    I'ma end up hurtin him at the end of the day
    Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my fault
    If money talk and bullshit walk, round one

    Chorus: Andrea Martin

    I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
    I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
    More time, more money, have it your way
    (repeat 2X)

    Know de money and the lovin is my style
    Me a forget it tonight

    Verse Two: Lil' Kim

    Mmm... uhh, UHH, uhh, uhh
    The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
    Invited his man, and some bitch named Kendall
    Tried to style on em, shoes with the crocadile on em
    But the nigga still was corny, he bore me
    His preference was more sorta like soccer
    Me, I do operas with the Mali and the vodka
    out in Cali gettin proper, and I, betcha fifty
    My whole commitee stay shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's
    One glance at the Benz-y make ya freeze
    Please, I got a mil on these, whatchu talkin? I...
    hate this nigga in the worst way
    And I didn't wanna be here in the first place
    But uhh, It's just vendetta for my man
    Do anything for the fam, I'ma go along with the plan
    Tryin hard not to throw him off
    And I know he soft, when I cough, it's to cover up a lie
    and the lie keep me full of empathy
    So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' still pamper me
    I see, this nigga ain't about nuttin, cause he keep frontin
    He must be up to somethin, round em up, here I come
    Uhhh

    Chorus

    Verse Three: Lil' Kim, Trife, Lil' Cease

    As the evening winds down, I'm making sure
    that my milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
    I picked the place, Umberto's of course it's
    Italian where they confiscate, burners in they office
    Metamorphis anywhere, any year, who dare
    They the mob and they don't care, and I swear, while I'm
    contemplatin thinkin about later
    Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray, anyways
    "Is there a Queen in the house?" How could he say this out his mouth?
    I'm the only black chick with diamonds this thick, hopin
    it's my nigga Blake C.
    Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you

    Check it, let me school you
    Remember when I said those niggaz robbed Leo
    Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
    They was creole, used to be a tight trio
    Til one fled with the dough, what's his name? (Rio!)

    I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover
    Played they hoes in tight clothes like they was no other
    Dumbin like the Jungle Brothers, til they caught me for my gems
    All I'm sayin is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?

    [Lil' Kim]
    You late, duct tape and cable rope
    Once I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uhhhwha (oh oh)

    nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
    whookie whookie whooooo! (oh oh)
    (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah
    (oh oh) wha!
    (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah (oh oh)

    (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
    [bullshit walks, money talks]
    (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
    [bullshit walks, money talks]
    (oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
    [uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks]
    (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
    [bullshit walks, money talks]
    (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
    [bullshit walks, money talks]
    (oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
    [uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks]