[Lil' Kim]
I gets right to the point -- no time to play around
When it comes to this cheddar -- lay a ^!$$% 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 %#@! recycled

They call me Lil' Kim, a.k.a. Cover Girl
Sometimes I feel like I'm from another $#&@in world
^!$$%z buy me glass slippers and diamond fingernails

and awwwww, %#@!, I got it all in this (*##$

[Chorus: Lil' Kim (based on B.I.G.'s "Gimme the Loot") 2X]


Goodness gracious, the papers!
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?

^!$$% pass that!
We rollin in tinted Nav's
TV's in the dash, see we love the cash


[Lil' Kim]
To all my (*##$es in the strip club -- shakin they $$#

(I ain't mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash!
And all my hustlin ^!$$%z 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 $#&@ to my music -- they say it's !@$^ographic

My Billboards is nice; one day gon' be a classic
I $#&@ with dudes, with "Members Only" jackets
that sleep on brass beds, with money for a mattress

"Gettin' Money" (*##$, 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 ^!$$%z short like inmates for phone time
Everything I get is -- custom made
^!$$%z, wanna get laid; I, gotta get paid

(The papers..)

[*woman starts moaning again before the chorus*]


[Chorus 2X]