Представляем точный текст композиции "Money Talks" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Lil Kim . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Money Talks» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Lil Kim передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Lil Kim - "Money Talks"
Lyrics to Money Talks : 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 aint fuckin with him Number one rule, always keep your cool, even though you aint 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 aint even worth the space Glass shoes and igloos put him dead in his place Damn Blake, cant tell this cat is a snake' I got 20/20 vision (uhh) funny money vision (uh-huh) No dough, no show, dodo, thats 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 dont know Ima end up hurtin him at the end of the day Shit, I got bills to pay, and it aint my fault If money talk and bullshit walk, round one Chorus: Andrea Martin Im 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, lets 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 Es 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 didnt wanna be here in the first place But uhh, Its just vendetta for my man Do anything for the fam, Ima go along with the plan Tryin hard not to throw him off And I know he soft, when I cough, its 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 aint 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, Im making sure that my milli got rounds, plane ticket back to town, now I picked the place, Umbertos of course its Italian where they confiscate, burners in they office Metamorphis anywhere, any year, who dare They the mob and they dont care, and I swear, while Im 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' Im the only black chick with diamonds this thick, hopin its my nigga Blake C. Cause sometimes these cats 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, whats 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 Im 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 its 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] [ Money Talks Lyrics ]
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