Money Talks

[Intro: Lil' Kim, Timberland]

It's  Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Na na nahh-nah)

It's  Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Uh, uh-huh, what)

It's Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Na na nahh-nah)

It's Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (Uh, uh-huh, what)

Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweighters

Not them playa haters, nahmsayin?

Cause in the Commission, you ask for permission to hit em, uhh

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim]

My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lakes

Introduced me to this heavyweight, 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 (Uh)

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

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

[Interlude]

Know de money and the lovin is my style

Me a forget it tonight

[Verse 2: 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 crocodile on it

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 bezzy 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'mma 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 (I see), this nigga ain't about nothin', cause he keep frontin'

He must be up to somethin, round em up, here I come

Uhhh

[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

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

[Interlude]

Know de money and the lovin is my style

Me a forget it tonight

[Verse 3: 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 niggas 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?

You late, duct tape and cable rope

Once I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uhhhwha (oh oh)

[Outro: Lil' Kim, Timberland, Lil Cease]

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]