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
