Notorious . & Lil’ Kim (Junior .) - Get Money [EXPLICIT]

Official Music Video for Notorious . & Lil’ Kim (Junior .) - “Get Money“ from the Junior . album ’Conspiracy’ (1995) Join The Christopher Wallace Estate and Bad Boy / Atlantic / Rhino Records in celebrating 25 years of Life After Death and 50 Years of Christopher Wallace. The Super Deluxe 8-LP Box Set of The Notorious .’s opus Life After Death is available worldwide now. Learn more about what’s in the release and order yours now at Subscribe to the channel From ’Life After Death’ (1997) Listen to the album here Follow The Notorious . 👑 Facebook 👑 Instagram More Videos and Playlists Juicy ▶️ Big Poppa ▶️ Hypnotize ▶️ Official Videography ▶️ Stream more . here The Notorious . channel is the official YouTube home of The Notorious . featuring his catalog of official music videos. The Notorious . is widely recognized as one of the world’s most influential rappers and has sold more than 17 million albums in the U.S. alone. Before his murder in 1997, Christopher Wallace recorded two classic albums as The Notorious . His debut Ready to Die arrived in 1994 and helped revitalize the East Coast rap scene with massive hits like “Big Poppa” and “Juicy.” Life After Death was released in March 1997 just weeks after he was shot and killed in Los Angeles. The record topped the U.S. album charts and featured the hits “Hypnotize” and “Mo Money Mo Problems.” It remains one of the few hip-hop albums to ever achieve Diamond certification from the RIAA. Lyrics: [Chorus] Fuck bitches, get money (What?) Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money Fuck bitches, get money Fuck niggas, get money (Uh, check it out, uh) [Verse 1] You wanna sip Mo’ on my livin’ room flo’ Play Nintendo with Cease and Nino Pick up my phone say, “Poppa not home“ Sex all night, mad head in the morn’ Spin my V, smoke all my weed Tattoo on titties sayin’ “.“, now check it: You wanna be my main squeeze, baby Don’tcha? You want to give me what I need, baby Won’tcha picture life as my wife? Just think Full-length mink, fat X and O links Bracelets to match, conversation was all that Showed you the safe combinations and all that Guess you could say you’se the one I trusted Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard? Shit got hot: you sent Feds to my spot Took me to court, tried to take all I got ’Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her “Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?“ My Moschino hoe, my Versace hottie Come to find out you was fuckin’ everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C Woe! Oh is me - that’s what I get for trickin’ Came out on bail, commence the ass-kickin’ Kick in the door, wavin’ the .44 All you heard was “Poppa don’t hit me no more!“ Disrespect my clique, my shit’s imperial Fuck around and made her milk box material You feel me? Suckin’ dick, runnin’ your lips ’Cause of you, I’m on some real “fuck-a-bitch“ shit, uhh [Chorus] [Verse 2] Niggas, better grab a seat Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep Deeper than the pussy of a bitch 6 feet Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound Now I’m Billboard bound, niggas press to hit it Play me like a chicken, thinkin’ I’m pressed to get it Rather do the killin’ than the stick-up juxs Rather count a million while you eat my pussy Push me to the limit, get my feelings in it Get me open while I’m cummin’ down your throat Then, you wanna be my main squeeze, nigga Don’tcha? You wanna lick between my knees, nigga Don’tcha want to see me whippin’ your 3 down the Ave? Blow up spots on bitches because I’m mad Break up affairs, lick shots in the air You get vexed and start swinging everywhere Me shifty? Now you wanna pistol whip me Pull out your 9 while I cock on mine Yeah, what nigga? I ain’t got time for this So what, nigga? I’m not tryin’ to hear that shit Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel 9 boots Things that make up for all the games and the lies Hallmark cards sayin’ “I apologize“ Is you with me? How could you ever deceive me? But payback’s a bitch, motherfucker, believe me Nah, I ain’t gay, this ain’t no lesbo flow Just a lil’ somethin’ to let you motherfuckers know [Chorus]