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