Lyrics I Got Your Money - Say Anything

Oh Baby
I dedicate this to all the pretty girls
To all the pretty girls... to ohhh...
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 dont interrupt
I dont have no trouble with you fuckin me
But I have a little problem with you not fuckin me
Baby you know Ima take care of you
Cos you say you got my baby and I know it aint true
Is it a good thing? No, its bad bitch
For good or worse, makes you switch
So I walk on over with my Cristal
Bitch ass niggas put away your pistols
Dirty wont be havin it in this house
Cos bitch I'll cripple your style
Now that you heard my calmim voice
Couldnt get another nigga, hootchie wont get moist
If you wanna look good and not be bummy,
Girl you better gimmie that money
Hoo!

CHORUS:
Hey, dirty, baby I got your money
Dont you worry
I said hey, baby I got your money
X2

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
Ol 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, Ima put sum killer ants in your pants
Im the O-D-B as you can see
FBI, dont you be watchin me
I dont want no problem, cause i'll put you down
In the ground where you can not be found
Im just Dirt Dog tryin to make some money
So give me my streaks and gimmie my honey
Radios play this all day every day
Recognize Im a fool and you lovin 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...
Just shake it right now!
If Dirty want his money I think ya'll should give him his money
That's how I like girl
Sexy, sexy, sexy,
Sexy, sexy, sexy
Sexy, sexy, sexy
Sexy, sexy, sexy

Yo we can play it in the club like this all night
Bitches put your ass out and let me hold it tight
Your looking at my wrist saying Thats so nice!
The price fits the diamonds, shining in disco lights
You better help me solve my problem
Or Ima 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 Dirty
And then lift up your skirt
And if you want some of this dirty
God made dirt and dirt bust your ass
Stop annoying me, yea I play my music loud
Take the bastard Old Dirty to move the crowd
They said he had his dick in his mouth
Eddie Murphy taught me that back at the house
Now gimmie my money

CHORUS repeats fading out