featuring Andrea Martin Lil' Cease Trife

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