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Got Your Money Lyrics

Wu-Tang Clan – Got Your Money Lyrics

Ohhh Baby
I dedicate this
To all the pretty girls
All the pretty girls
Uh Oh (Echo)
All the pretty girls in the world
And all the ugly girls too
Coz to me ur pretty anyway baby

You gimmie ur number, I call you up
You act like ur pussy don't interrupt
I don't have no trouble wit you fuckin me
But I have a little problem wit you not fuckin me
Baby you no ima take care of you
Coz you say you got my baby, and I no it ain't true
Is it a good thing? No it's bad bitch
4 good or worse, makes you switch
So I walk on over wit my crystal
Bitches, niggaz put away ur pistols
Dirty won't be havin it in this house
Coz bitch I'll cripple ur 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

Hey, dirty, baby I got ur money
Don't you worry, I say hey
Baby I got ur money(2x)

Yo! So I glanced at the girls, girls glanced at me
I whispered in their ear, "wanna be wit me?"
You wanna look pretty though, in my video
Ol' dirty on the hat and I let you all no
Just dance! If you caught up in the holy ghost trance
If you stop! Ima put the killer ants in ur pants
I'm the O-D-B as you can see
Every eye, don't you be watchin me
I don't want no problems coz I put you down
In the ground where you cannot be found
I'm just dirt dog tryin 2 make some bunny
So gimmie my streaks and gimmie my honey
Radio playin, all day, everyday
Recognise I'm a fool and ya luvin me!
None of you nmph better look at me funny
Nmph you no my name, now gimmie my money


During chorus:
Sing it, sing it girls!
Just shake it right now!
If dirty want his money,
I think y'all should give him his money
That's how I like it girl

S***! S***! S***!
S***! S***! S***!
S***! S***! S***!

Yo, yo!
Nigga playin in the club like this all night
Bitches put ur ass out, let me hold it tight
You lookin at my wrist sayin "It's so nice"
The price bitch is diamonds, shining disco light
You better help me solve this problem
Or Ima get this money and rob them
Lucky dog when I won the lotto
Ran up on my car for carryin rollos
You can call me dirty, and then lift up ya skirt
And you want some of this dirty
God made dirt and dirt bust yo ass
Stop annoyin me, yeah! I play my music loud
It takes the bastard ol' dirty, to move the crowd
They say he had his dick in his mouth
Daddy Murphy told me that back in the house
But give me my money!

Chorus [till fade]
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