[Lil' Kim]
  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]