Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim   (Na, na na, na)   Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim   (Uh, uh, uh, what)   Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim   (Na, na na, na)   Just Tim-baland, and Lil' Kim   (Uh, uh, uh, what)      Yo, yo yo yo, this joint is strictly for heavyweight's   Not them playa haters, knahmsayin?   'Cause in the Commission   You ask for permission to hit em, uh      My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake   Introduced me to this heavy weighter, called himself 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, funny money vision   (Uh, uh, uh)      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      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      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      Know de money and the lovin' is my style   Me a forget it tonight      Mm, uh, uh, uh, uh   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 crocodile 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 committee 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 uh, 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 know he 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, uh      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      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      Metamorphism 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   Till 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, till they caught me for my gems   All I'm sayin' is what he did to me, do it to him, is you straight?      You late, duct tape and cable rope   Once I wrap it round his throat it's all she wrote, uh   (Oh oh)      Na, na, na, na,   (Oh, oh)   Whookie, whookie, whooooo   (Oh, oh)   (Oh, oh, oh)   Na, na, na, na   (Oh, oh)   Wha   (Oh, oh, oh)   Na, na, na, na   (Oh, oh)      (Oh, oh, oh)   Na, na, na, na, wha   (Bullshit walks, money talks)   (Oh, oh, oh)   Na, na, na, na, wha   (Bullshit walks, money talks)      (Oh, oh, oh)   Wha uh, na, na, na, na   (Uh, gotta get that money man, money talks)   (Oh, oh, oh)   Na, na, na, na, wha   (Bullshit walks, money talks)      (Oh, oh, oh)   Na, na, na, na, wha   (Bullshit walks, money talks)   (Oh, oh, oh)   Wha uh, na, na, na, na   (Uh, gotta get that money man, money talks)