Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim (Junior M.A.F.I.A.) - Get Money [EXPLICIT]

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Official Music Video for Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim (Junior M.A.F.I.A.) - "Get Money" from the Junior M.A.F.I.A. album 'Conspiracy' (1995)

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The Notorious B.I.G. channel is the official YouTube home of The Notorious B.I.G. featuring his catalog of official music videos. The Notorious B.I.G. is widely recognized as one of the world’s most influential rappers and has sold more than 17 million albums in the U.S. alone. Before his murder in 1997, Christopher Wallace recorded two classic albums as The Notorious B.I.G. His debut Ready to Die arrived in 1994 and helped revitalize the East Coast rap scene with massive hits like “Big Poppa” and “Juicy.” Life After Death was released in March 1997 just weeks after he was shot and killed in Los Angeles. The record topped the U.S. album charts and featured the hits “Hypnotize” and “Mo Money Mo Problems.” It remains one of the few hip-hop albums to ever achieve Diamond certification from the RIAA.

Lyrics:

[Chorus]

Fuck bitches, get money (What?)

Fuck niggas, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck niggas, get money

Fuck bitches, get money

Fuck niggas, get money (Uh, check it out, uh)

[Verse 1]

You wanna sip Mo' on my livin' 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 titties sayin' "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

'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her

"Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?"

My Moschino hoe, my Versace hottie

Come to find out you was fuckin' 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'

Came out on bail, commence the ass-kickin'

Kick in the door, wavin' 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? Suckin' dick, runnin' your lips

'Cause of you, I'm on some real "fuck-a-bitch" shit, uhh

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

Niggas, better grab a seat

Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep

Deeper than the pussy of a bitch 6 feet

Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite

Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down

Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound

Now I'm Billboard bound, niggas press to hit it

Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it

Rather do the killin' than the stick-up juxs

Rather count a million while you eat my pussy

Push me to the limit, get my feelings in it

Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat

Then, you wanna be my main squeeze, nigga

Don'tcha? You wanna lick between my knees, nigga

Don'tcha want to see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave?

Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad

Break up affairs, lick shots in the air

You get vexed and start swinging everywhere

Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me

Pull out your 9 while I cock on mine

Yeah, what nigga? I ain't got time for this

So what, nigga? I'm not tryin' to hear that shit

Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits

Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots

Things that make up for all the games and the lies

Hallmark cards sayin' "I apologize"

Is you with me? How could you ever deceive me?

But payback's a bitch, motherfucker, believe me

Nah, I ain't gay, this ain't no lesbo flow

Just a lil' somethin' to let you motherfuckers know

[Chorus]