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| [Lil' Kim] I gets right to the point -- no time to play around When it comes to this cheddar -- lay a nigga 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 wanna fight you, I ain't nothin like you Y'all "Paper Thin," my shit recycled They call me Lil' Kim, a.k.a. Cover Girl Sometimes I feel like I'm from another fuckin world Niggaz buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails and awwwww, shit, I got it all in this bitch Chorus: Goodness gracious, the papers! Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga pass that! We rollin in tinted Nav's TV's in the dash, see we love the cash [Lil Slim] Nigga-D gonna lay it down, fuck over them niggas My shit is worthy and platium with six figgas be steppin out the stretch Navigators in versace and silk fits make hoes moist enuff to massage they clits Nipples hard enuff to rub they titts That's why nigga's always playerhating my shit Cause I'm a lady's pet -- And a man's threat Nigga's get upset and want to fight me Don't blame me nigga cause she didn't tell me she was yo wifey They call me Lil Slim a-k-a Lover Boy got the stiffest dick for all ladies to enjoy Chicks wanna bumble with the Bee Nigga's wanna rumble with Nigga-D Muthafucka's get they mind right once we knock em back to reality Lil Slim is the new #1 undertaker Bitch I tone caper's Surrounded by hoes cause I stash the green paper's Got Lil Slim written across skyscapper's Nigga's playerhated cause they thought I won't succeed that's why dem MUTHAFUCKAS catching the vapors {{{{Vapors}}}} Chorus: Goodness gracious, the papers! Where the cash at? Where the stash at? Nigga pass that! We rollin in tinted Nav's TV's in the dash, see we love the cash [Lil' Kim] To all my bitches in the strip club -- shakin they ass (I ain't mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash! And all my hustlin niggaz 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 fuck to my music -- they say it's pornographic My Billboards is nice; one day gon' be a classic I fuck with dudes, with "Members Only" jackets that sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress "Gettin' Money" bitch, 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 niggaz short like inmates for phone time Everything I get is -- custom made Niggaz, wanna get laid; I, gotta get paid (The papers..) Chorus 2X |
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