Junior M.A.F.I.A. - Get Money

You wanna sip Mo’ on my living room flo’
Play Nintendo with Cease and Nino
Pick up my phone say “Poppa not home”
Sex all night, mad head in the morn’
Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on titty saying “B-I-G”
Now check it: You wanna be my main squeeze, baby
Don’tcha? You want to give me what I need, baby
Won’tcha picture life as my wife? Just think
Full-length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say you’se the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
Shit got hot: you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got
Another intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her
“Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?”
My Moschino ho, my Versace hottie
Come to find out you was fucking everybody
You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
Woe! Oh is me - that’s what I get for trickin’
Pay my own bail, commence to ass-kickin’
Lick in the door, waving the .44
All you heard was “Poppa, don’t hit me no more!”
Disrespect my clique, my shit’s imperial
Fuck around and made her milk box material
You feel me? Sucking dick, running your lips
Cause of you, I’m on some real “Fuck A Bitch” shit