Get Money (Explicit)
Junior M.A.F.I.A."Get Money (Explicit)" is a song by Junior M.A.F.I.A., released in 1995 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:18 long and contains 60 lines and 500 words.
Lyrics
0:00Get Money (赚钱) (LP-Explicit Version) - Junior M.A.F.I.A.
0:22You wanna sip mo' on my living room flo'
0:24Play Nintendo with cease a Leo
0:27Pick up my phone say "Poppa not home"
0:30Sex all night mad head in the morn'
0:32Spin my V, smoke all my w**d
0:35Tattoo on sayin' B I G, now check it
0:38You wanna be my main squeeze baby
0:40Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
0:42Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think
0:46Full length mink, fat X and O links
0:48Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
0:51Showed you the safe combinations and all that
0:53Guess you could say you's the one I trusted
0:56Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
0:59Got hot, you sent feds to my spot
1:01Took me to court, tried to take all I got
1:04'Nother intricate plot, the b**ch said, "I raped her"
1:07Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?
1:09My mo sci no, my ver sa ce hottie
1:12Come to find out, you was f**kly everybody
1:14You knew about me, the fake ID
1:17Cases in Virginia, body in D.C
1:20Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin'
1:22Pay my own bail, commence to kickin'
1:25Lick in the door, wavin' the four four
1:28All you heard was, poppa don't hit me no more
1:30Disrespect my click, my imperial
1:33F**k around and made her milk box material
1:36You feel me? suckin' , runnin' your lips
1:38'Cause of you, I'm on some real f**k b**ch
2:04Betta grab a seat grab on your as this gets deep
2:07Deeper than the push of a six feet
2:10Stiff feel sweet in this little petite
2:12Young b**ch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
2:15Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
2:18Now I'm Billboard now, leg press to hit it
2:21Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it
2:23Rather do the killin' than the stick up jooks
2:26Or rather count a million while you eat my posses
2:28Push me to the limit get my feelings in it
2:31Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat
2:34You wanna be my main squeeze leg
2:36Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees leg
2:39Don'tcha wanna see me whippin' your three down the Ave
2:42Blow up spots on bitchs because I'm mad
2:44Break up affairs lick shots in the air
2:47You get vexed, and start swingin' everywhere
2:49Me shifty now you wanna pistol whip me?
2:52Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine
2:55Yeah what leg? I ain't got time for this
2:57So what leg? I'm not tryin' to hear that
3:00Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
3:03Adia Vinadini and Chanel lime boots
3:05Things that make up, for all the games and the lies
3:08Hallmark cards, sayin, "I apologize"
3:11Is you with me how could you ever deceive me?
3:13But payback's b**ch a f**ker, believe me
3:16Naw I ain't gay this ain't no flow
3:18Just a little somethin', to let you motherf**ker know
Get Money (赚钱) (LP-Explicit Version) - Junior M.A.F.I.A. You wanna sip mo' on my living room flo' Play Nintendo with cease a Leo Pick up my phone say "Poppa not home" Sex all night mad head in the morn' Spin my V, smoke all my w**d Tattoo on sayin' B I G, now check it You wanna be my main squeeze baby Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think Full length mink, fat X and O links Bracelets to match, conversation was all that Showed you the safe combinations and all that Guess you could say you's the one I trusted Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? Got hot, you sent feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take all I got 'Nother intricate plot, the b**ch said, "I raped her" Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper? My mo sci no, my ver sa ce hottie Come to find out, you was f**kly everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin' Pay my own bail, commence to kickin' Lick in the door, wavin' the four four All you heard was, poppa don't hit me no more Disrespect my click, my imperial F**k around and made her milk box material You feel me? suckin' , runnin' your lips 'Cause of you, I'm on some real f**k b**ch Betta grab a seat grab on your as this gets deep Deeper than the push of a six feet Stiff feel sweet in this little petite Young b**ch from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound Now I'm Billboard now, leg press to hit it Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it Rather do the killin' than the stick up jooks Or rather count a million while you eat my posses Push me to the limit get my feelings in it Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat You wanna be my main squeeze leg Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees leg Don'tcha wanna see me whippin' your three down the Ave Blow up spots on bitchs because I'm mad Break up affairs lick shots in the air You get vexed, and start swingin' everywhere Me shifty now you wanna pistol whip me? Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine Yeah what leg? I ain't got time for this So what leg? I'm not tryin' to hear that Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits Adia Vinadini and Chanel lime boots Things that make up, for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards, sayin, "I apologize" Is you with me how could you ever deceive me? But payback's b**ch a f**ker, believe me Naw I ain't gay this ain't no flow Just a little somethin', to let you motherf**ker know
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