Lil Kim Custom Made Lyrics

Custom Made Lyrics

{*first 30 seconds: woman moans as beat slows down*}



[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