Got Your Money [2005 Remaster]

Oh, baby

I dedicate this to all the pretty girls

To all the pretty girls, to all

All the pretty girl in the world

And the ugly girls too

But to me you're pretty anyway 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 fuckin me

But I have a little problem with you not fuckin' me

Baby you know I'ma take care of you

Cos 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

Bitches, niggas put away your pistols

Dirty won't be havin it in this house

Cos bitch I'll cripple your style

Now that you heard my calmin' voice

Couldn't get another nigga, your Gucci 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

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 girl, girl glanced at me

I whispered in her ear you wanna be with me?

You wanna look pretty though, in my video

Oh, Dirty 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'ma put sum killer ants in your pants

I'm the o-d-b as you can see

FBI, don't you be watchin' me

I don't want no problem, 'cause I'll put you down

In the ground where you can not be found

I'm just dirt dog tryin' to make some money

So give me my streaks and gimmie my honey

Radios play this all day everyday

Recognize I'm a fool and you lovin' me

None of you, nuh, better look at me funny

Nuh, you know my name now gimmie my money