Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Got Your Money , by - Say Anything. Release date: 07.04.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Got Your Money |
| Oh Baby |
| I dedicate this to all the pretty girls |
| To all the pretty girls… to ohhh… |
| All the pretty girls in the world |
| And the ugly girls too… |
| 'Cuz 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 trouble with you fucking me |
| But I have a little problem with you not fucking me |
| Baby you know I’ll take care of you |
| 'Cuz you say you got my baby and I know it ain’t 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 Cristal |
| Bitch ass niggas put away your pistols |
| Bemis won’t be havin it in this house |
| 'Cuz bitch I’ll cripple your style |
| Now that you heard my calm voice |
| Couldn’t get another nigga, hootchie won’t get moist |
| If you wanna look good and not be bummy |
| Girl you better gimmie that money |
| Hoo! |
| 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 you wanna be with me? |
| You wanna look pretty though, in my video |
| Ol Bemis on the hat and I let you all know |
| Just dance like you’re caught up in the Holy Ghost trance |
| If you stop, I’ll put the killer ants in your pants |
| I’m the M-A-B as you can see |
| FBI, don’t you be watchin' me |
| I don’t want no problems, 'cuz I’ll put you down |
| In the ground where you cannot be found |
| I’m just «Beem» Dog tryin to 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 love me |
| None of you, nuh, better look at me funny |
| Nuh, you know my name now gimmie my money! |
| CHROUS x2 |
| Sing it |
| Sing it girls… |
| Sing it right now! |
| If Bemis want his money, just give him his money |
| That’s how I like giiiiirrrrrrlllll |
| Sexy, sexy, sexy |
| Sexy, sexy, sexy |
| Sexy, sexy, sexy |
| Sexy, sexy, sexy |
| Play’n the club like this all night |
| Bitches put your ass out and let me hold it tight |
| Your looking at my wrist saying it’s so nice! |
| The price, bitch, is diamonds, shining disco lights |
| You better help me solve my problem |
| Or I’ll get this money and rob them |
| Lucky dog when I won the lotto |
| Ran up my cards for carrying raw loads |
| Well hold on now you can call me Bemis |
| And then lift up your skirt |
| And if you want this Bemis |
| God made «Beem» and «Beem» will bust your ass |
| Stop annoying me, yeah I play my music loud |
| Take the bastard Old Bemis to move the crowd |
| They say he had his balls in his mouth |
| Cisco Adler taught me that back at the house |
| But give me my money |
| CHORUS repeats x2 |