Lil Kim: Custom made

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