f/Angie Martinez & Timbaland)



Yo, yo yo yo

This joint is strictly for heavyweighters

Not for playa haters, know what I'm sayin'?

Cause in the commission

You ask for permission to hit it, uh

My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake

Introduced me to this heavyweight

He called himself Drake

First mistake, Jesus piece was fake

But wait, he got singles in his cape

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 holding left and six

He gonna get the seven digits or visit

Numbers in my wizard

Duke can't even work the space

Glass shoes and englues

Put em dead in his place

Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?

I got 20/20 vision, funny money vision

No dough, no show

Dodo, that's a nono

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'm a intaperdent 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 1



[Chorus]

I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age

(Some stuff in another language)

More time, more money, have it your way

(2x)

You know the money and the lovin' is my style

Me a forget it tonight



The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue

Invited his man, and some bitch named Kendu

Tried to style on em

Shoes with the crocadile on it

But the nigga still was cornered

He bought it

His preference was more sorta like soccer

Me, I do offers with the Mali and the vodka

Out in Cali gettin' proper, And I

Betcha $50, my whole commitee stay shitty

Act smitty with the Desert E's

One glance at the beds he make ya freeze

Please, I got a mil on these

Whatcha talkin'?

I...Hate this nigga in the worst way

And I didn't wanna be here in the first place

But a, 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 gonna still pamper me

I see, this nigga ain't about nutin

Cause he keep frontin'

He must be up to something

Round em up, here I come, uh



[Chorus]



As the evening winds down

I'm making sure that my milli got rounds

Playin' ticky back to town

Now, I picked a place, Umberto beforces

Italian where they confiscate

Burners in they orifice, metamorphis

Anywhere, any year, who dare

They the Marvin, they don't care

And I swear

While I comtemplate 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

See? Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you



[Someone else]

Check it, let me screw you

Remember when I said those niggas robbed Meo?

Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo

They was creo, used to be a tight trio

Till one fled with the dough

What's his name?



[Lil' Kim] Rio!!



[Timbaland]

I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover

Paid those hos with tight clothes

(Like there was no other)

Dumber like those younger brothers

Till they caught me for my gems

All I'm saying what they did to me

Do it to him

Is you straight?



[Lil' Kim]

You late duct tape and cable rope

Once I rap around his throat

That's all she wrote, uh



[Angie Martinez and Timbaland]

Bullshit walk, money talk

(8x)



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