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I GOT YOUR MONEY |
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ohhh, baby. i dedicate this, to all the pretty girls, all the pretty girls, in the world. and the ugly girls too. cause to me you're pretty anyways baby. you give me your number, i call you up, you act like your pussy don't interrupt, i don't have no problem with you fucking me, but i have a little problem with you not fucking me. baby, you know ill take care of you. cause you say you got my baby and i know it aint true. is it a good thing? no it's bad, bitch. for good or worse, makes you switch. so i walk on over with my cry-stal, bitches, n-words put away your pistals, bemis won't be havin' it in this house, cause bitch, i'll cripple your style. now that you've heard my calm voice, you can't get another n-word hoochie won't get moist. if you wanna look good, and not be bummy, girl you better gimme that money. oo! hey, dirty, baby i got your money, don't you worry, i said hey, baby i got your money. yo! so i glanced at the girls, girls glanced at me, i whispered in their ear, wanna be with me? you wanna look pretty, though, in my video, ol' bemis on the hat and i'll let you all know. just dance if you're caught up in the holy ghost trance. if you stop, i'll put the killer ants in your pants! i'm the mab, as you can see, fbi don't you be watchin' me! i don't want no problems cause i'm puttin' you down, in the ground where you can not be found, i'm just beem-dog tryna make some money! so gimme my streaks, and gimme my honey. radios play this all day every day. recognize i'm a fool and you LOOOOVE me. none of you unhs better look at me funny. unh you know my name so GIMME MY MONEY! hey, dirty, baby i got your money, don't you worry, i said hey, baby i got your money. yo, well, n-word playin' in the club like this all night, bitches put your ass out, let me hold it tight! you're lookin' at my wrist sayin IT'S SO NIIICE! the price, bitch, is diamonds, SHINING DISCO LIGHTS! you better help me solve my PROOOBLEMS or i'll get this money and ROOOOB EM lucky dog when i won the lott-o. ran up on my car for carrying.. rollos? well you can call me bee-mis, and then lift up your skirt, and if you want this beem-is, GOD MADE BEEM AND BEEM WILL BUST YOUR ASS! stop annoying me, yeah, i play my music loud, it takes the bastard ol' beem just to move the crrrrrowd! they said he had his BALLS IN HIS MOUTH!! cisco adler taught me that back in the house BUT GIMME MY MONEY!! hey, dirty, (gimme that money), baby i got your money, don't you worry, i said hey, baby i got your money. (why can't you give me the money!?) hey, dirty, baby i got your money, don't you worry, i said hey, (i want my money) baby i got your money. hey, dirty, (gimme that fucking money BIIITCH!) baby i got your money, don't you worry, i said hey, baby i got your money. (just give me money) hey, dirty, baby i got your money, (just give me money) don't you worry, i said hey, (i would like the money) baby i got your money. (please!) hey, dirty, baby i got your money, (give me my money, my money, my money, my money, my money, my money, my money) don't you worry, i said hey, baby i got your money. (give it!) hey, dirty, baby i got your money, don't you worry, i said hey, baby i got your money. hey, dirty, (i think you understand what i want by this point in the song.) baby i got your money, (it's just some money) don't you worry, i said hey, (give it to me) baby i got your money. (alright?!) hey.
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