Lil Kim: Get yours

(feat. Sha-Dash, T.I.)[Chorus]Hey throw your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yoursIf the rims on his ride ain't as big as yoursYou gettin money what'chu hatin on my niggaz for?Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yoursThrow your bottles in the sky if you're gettin yoursIf that other bitch's ass ain't as big as yoursYou gettin money what'chu hatin on my bitches for?Hey get your mind off of mine and get to gettin yours[Lil' Kim]Boss lady pull up in the back of the MaybachChaffeur behind the wheel, feet up, leaned backReadin the newspaper, honeygirl put a hurtin on 'emHaters like a bad act, I just close the curtain on 'emPlay all day on the Siruis, radioSatellite TV, who do it like me?In designer outfits, while sellin the tagYves Saint Laurent boots, Yves Saint Laurent bagKeep the Pokeman in case a big bitch think I'm assEatin through her stomach like a gastric, bypassBitch you better buy a pass and you better have the cashWhen you in my town you got to see me to buy a passNumber one rule, think B.I.G.50 grand for the girl to sit in V.I.P.The spotlight is on me, I'm the one they wanna seeThey give they money to Kim like I'm H.S.B.C.[Chorus][Sha-Dash]Yeah, well it's young Dash to all those who don't knowThe boy who stay hot when his jewels is so coldKiller screwface and he cockin that fo'-fo'Wanna ice grill? Better holla at Paul WallIs all that called for? Whole crew do it upChampagne, threw it up, 'til niggaz threw it upCruisin up, tinted up, gotta be some starDon't know what to call it, they say it's a truck carYou been with a chump pah; like Ashtonwas the first one to "Punk" y'allHave yo' ass holy and resemblin SpongebobLike an old album, you happen to come for usYou guys get dust offIt's the young boss, show you what the imp us forFamily and friends be the only ones missin boySayin that you rich and all, tell me what'chu bitchin forMaybe cause I'm gettin mine - well is you gettin yours?[Chorus][T.I.]You don't really want it with the nigga right in front of TipHave you duckin on the shit, wanna let the thunder spitGet bucked bitch, give a fuck who you run and getKing of the South, Pimp Squad Clique runnin shitBricks in the pipeline, sold in the nighttimeTake a lifetime to find a flow that's quite like mine40 cal's and 45 glocks, I don't like nineMac-9 and automatic flatten niggaz lifelineI'm already rich, use the rappin as a pasttimeGrand Hustle bitch and I done said it for the last timeOther niggaz settle down cause I don't bag mineYou see me pull it I'ma blast, I don't flash mineYou niggaz livin check to check but I don't cash mineDeposit it and let it sit cause all the cash mineBeen goin easy on you rappers I'ma mash nowNiggaz throw your bottles in the air and put the glass down