Money Talks - Lil' Kim

featuring Andrea Martin  Lil' Cease  Trife 

Just Tim baland  and Lil' Kim (na na nahh nah) 
Just Tim baland  and Lil' Kim (uh  uh huh  what) 
Just Tim baland  and Lil' Kim (na na nahh nah) 
Just Tim baland  and Lil' Kim (uh  uh huh  what) 

Yo  yo yo yo  this joint is strictly for heavyweighters 
not them playa haters  knahmsayin? 
Cause in the Commission  you ask for permission to hit em  uhh 

Verse One: Lil' Kim 

My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake 
Introduced me to this heavyweighter, 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 
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 
(repeat 2X) 

Know de money and the lovin is my style 
Me a forget it tonight