Lil’ Kim - Custom Made (Give It to You) Lyrics

I gets right to the point -- no time to play around
When it comes to this cheddar -- lay a n**** 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 want to fight you, I ain't nothin like you
Y'all "Paper Thin," my s*** recycled

They call me Lil' Kim, a.k.a. Cover Girl
Sometimes I feel like I'm from another f***in world
N****z buy me gla** slippers and diamond fingernails
And awwwww, s***, I got it all in this b****

[Chorus: x2]
Goodness gracious, the papers!
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
N**** pa** that!
We rollin' in tinted Nav's
TV's in the dash, see we love the cash

To all my b****es in the strip club -- shakin they a**
(I ain't mad, do your thing mami!) Get that cash!
And all my hustlin n****z 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 f*** to my music -- they say it's pornographic
My Billboards is nice; one day gon' be a cla**ic

I f*** with dudes, with "Members Only" jackets
That sleep on bra** beds, with money for a mattress
"Gettin' Money" b****, 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 n****z short like inmates for phone time
Everything I get is -- custom made
N****z, want to get laid; I, gotta get paid

(The papers..)

[Chorus: x2]