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 p**y don't interrupt I don't have no trouble wit you f**in me But I have a little problem wit you not f**in 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 b**h 4 good or worse, makes you switch So I walk on over wit my crystal b**hes, n***as put away ur pistols Dirty won't be havin it in this house Coz b**h I'll cripple ur style Now that you heard my calm voice You couldn't get another n***a, hoochie won't get moist If you wanna look good and not be bummy Girl you better give me that money Chorus: 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 k**er 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 Chorus 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! n***a playin in the club like this all night b**hes put ur a** out, let me hold it tight You lookin at my wrist sayin "It's so nice" The price b**h 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 a** Stop annoyin me, yeah! I play my music loud It takes the ba*tard 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]