Слова:
Lil Mo Saturday

always But always ended Saturday How could you look me in my face? Knowing you were with her in the first place You took a piece of me When you walked away last Saturday

You said you had to leave Come Saturday, you gon' be with me Said you had things you had to do Now it's Monday I ain't seen or heard from you How much

I got three little children And a dear lil' lovin'wife Stagalee told Billy O. Lion I don't care for your three lil' children Or even your lovin' wife

dreams of Caprices Drove by the teachers, even more by polices How he get the cash the day his father passed away Left him with a lil' somethin', 16,

[Chorus: Lil' Kal + possibly others] It's my country, you can say what you, wanna say about me But at the end of the day I'll be countin my mo-ney It'

Racin' Saddam Hussein on Kawasaki jet ski's [chorus] Walk holdin' my nuts, I don't give a fuck Spit some shit so nasty it'll make Lil' Kim blush Nigga

We gettin' cold money; this time IT'S ON! Rock on ................. break it down now! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] Chillin' on the block, on the avenue Shootin' a lil

You see a player flickin, and how you ain't convinced That you should go on and kiss it, "Just a Lil' Bit" (just a lil' bit) I got my custom kicks, I

We gettin' cold money; this time IT'S ON! Rock on ................. break it down now! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] Chillin' on the block, on the avenue Shootin' a lil