Custom Made (Give It To You) - Lil' Kim

*first 30 seconds: woman moans as beat slows down* 

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) x2 
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 

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..) 

*woman starts moaning again before the chorus* 

(Chorus) x2 

*woman keeps moaning while beat fades out*