Got Ya Money Lyrics

Got Ya Money lyrics

Oh baby
I dedicate this to all the pretty girls
All the pretty
girls
It's on
All the pretty girls in the world
And all the ugly girls
too
Cuz to me you're pretty anyway

You give me your number
I call
you up
You act like your pussy don't interupt
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
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 crystal
Bitches, niggas
put away your pistols
Dirty won't be having it in this house
Cuz bitch
I'll cripple your style
Now that you heard my calm voice
You couldn't get
another nigga, hoochie won't get moist
If you wanna look good and not be
bummy
Girl you better give me that money

Chorus (Kelis):
Hey,
Dirty
Baby I got ya money
Don't you worry
I said hey
Baby I got ya
money

Yo!
So I glanced to the girl, girl glanced at me
I whispered
in her ear, "You wanna be with me?"
You wanna look pretty though,
in my video
Ol' Dirty on the hat and I let you all know
Just dance if you
caught up in theholy ghost trance
If you stop I'ma put the killer ants in
your pants
I'm the ODB as you can see
Every eye (FBI?), don't you bee
watchin me
I don't want no problems cuz I put you down
In the ground
where you can not be found
I'm just dirt dog tryna make some money
So
gimme my streaks and gimme my honey
Radio play this all day,
everyday
Recognize I'm a fool and you luuuuuuv me
None of you hmph better
look at me funny
Hmph you know my name now give me my money

ODB over
chorus:
Sing it!
Sing it girls!
Yes, sing it right now!
And if
Dirty want his money
I think y'all give him his money
That's how I like
giiiiirrrrrrlllllllllll

Sexy sexy sexy (x3)

Yo, yo!
Nigga
playin in the club like this all night
Bitches put your ass out let me hold
it tight
You lookin at my wrist sayin "this so nice"
The price
bitch is diamonds shining disco light
You better help me solve my
problem
Or I'ma get this money and rob them
Lucky dog when I won the
lotto
Ran up on my car for carrying ryllos
You can call me Dirty, and
then lift up yo' skirt
And you want some of this Dirty, god made Dirt and
Dirt bust yo' ass
Stop annoying me, yeah, I play my music loud
It takes
the bastard Ol' Dirty to move the croooowd
They say he had his dick in his
mouth
Eddie Murphy told me that back in the house
But gimme my
money!

Chorus fading out