Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah)
  Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (uh, uh-huh, what)
  Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (na na nahh-nah)
  Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim (uh, uh-huh, what)
  
  Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweighters
  not them playa haters, knahmsayin?
  Cause in the Commission, you ask for permission to hit em, uhh
  
  Verse One: Lil' Kim
  
  My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake
  Introduced me to this heavyweighter, called hisself Drake
  First mistake, Jesus piece was fake
  But wait, he got singles in his cake, I ain't fuckin with him
  Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though
  you ain't a fool, and you see right through the nigga, how he figure?
  If he holdin less than six
  He gonna get the seven digits or visit, numbers in my Wizard?
  Duke ain't even worth the space
  Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his place
  Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
  I got 20/20 vision (uhh) funny money vision (uh-huh)
  No dough, no show, dodo, that's a no-no
  Just some famous words from the late Frank White
  I blink right, if your bank tight
  Duke wanted me to work for him, even flirt for him
  Wear a short skirt for him, he don't know
  I'ma end up hurtin him at the end of the day
  Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my fault
  If money talk and bullshit walk, round one
  
  Chorus: Andrea Martin
  
  I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
  I want to give it up anyway, because it more pay
  More time, more money, have it your way
  (repeat 2X)
  
  Know de money and the lovin is my style
  Me a forget it tonight
  
  Verse Two: Lil' Kim
  
  Mmm... uhh, UHH, uhh, uhh
  The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
  Invited his man, and some bitch named Kendall
  Tried to style on em, shoes with the crocadile on em
  But the nigga still was corny, he bore me
  His preference was more sorta like soccer
  Me, I do operas with the Mali and the vodka
  out in Cali gettin proper, and I, betcha fifty
  My whole commitee stay shitty ask Smitty with the Desert E's
  One glance at the Benz-y make ya freeze
  Please, I got a mil on these, whatchu talkin? I...
  hate this nigga in the worst way
  And I didn't wanna be here in the first place
  But uhh, It's just vendetta for my man
  Do anything for the fam, I'ma go along with the plan
  Tryin hard not to throw him off
  And I kno whe soft, when I cough, it's to cover up a lie
  and the lie keep me full of empathy
  So when I shit on this nigga, he gon' still pamper me
  I see, this nigga ain't about nuttin, cause he keep frontin
  He must be up to somethin, round em up, here I come
  Uhhh
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse Three: Lil' Kim, Trife, Lil' Cease
  
  As the evening winds down, I'm making sure
  that my milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now
  I picked the place, Umberto's of course it's
  Italian where they confiscate, burners in they office
  Metamorphis anywhere, any year, who dare
  They the mob and they don't care, and I swear, while I'm
  contemplatin thinkin about later
  Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray, anyways
  "Is there a Queen in the house?" How could he say this out his mouth?
  I'm the only black chick with diamonds this thick, hopin
  it's my nigga Blake C.
  Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you
  
  Check it, let me school you
  Remember when I said those niggaz robbed Leo
  Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
  They was creole, used to be a tight trio
  Til one fled with the dough, what's his name? (Rio!)
  
  I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover
  Played they hoes in tight clothes like they was no other
  Dumbin like the Jungle Brothers, til they caught me for my gems
  All I'm sayin is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?
  
  [Lil' Kim]
  You late, duct tape and cable rope
  Once I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uhhhwha (oh oh)
  
  nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
  whookie whookie whooooo! (oh oh)
  (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah
  (oh oh) wha!
  (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah (oh oh)
  
  (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
  [bullshit walks, money talks]
  (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
  [bullshit walks, money talks]
  (oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
  [uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks]
  (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
  [bullshit walks, money talks]
  (oh oh oh) nah nah nah nah wha
  [bullshit walks, money talks]
  (oh oh oh) wha uh nah nah nah nah
  [uh, gotta get that money man, moeny talks]