Ol' Dirty Bastard ♪ Got Your Money
Ol' Dirty Bastard - “Got Your Money” featuring Kelis.
written by Pharrell L Williams, Chad Hugo, Russell T Jones
Oh baby I dedicate this to all the pretty girls To all the pretty girls to oh 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 p￼ssy don't interrupt I don't have no trouble with you f￼ckin' me But I have a little problem with you not f￼ckin' 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 You couldn't get another nigga, hootchie won't get moist If you wanna look good and not be bummy Girl, you better gimme that money ▲1:= 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 Ol' Dirty on the hat and I let you all know Just dance if you're caught up in the Holy Ghost trance If you stop, I'ma put some 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 cannot be found I'm just Dirt Dog trying' to make some money So give me my streaks and gimme my honey Radios play this all day every day Recognize I'm a fool and you lovin' me None of you, nuh, better look at me funny Nuh, you know my name now gimme my money ▲1 Sexy, sexy, sexy … Yo yo nigga play it in the club like this all night Bitches put your ass out and let me hold it tight You're looking at my wrist saying, “That's so nice!” The price fits the diamonds, shining in disco lights 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 card for carrying raw loads Well hold on now you can call me Dirty And then lift up your skirt And ya 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 gimme my money) ▲1