Lyrics I Got Your Money - Say Anything

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
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