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 girls in the world

And the ugly girls too…

'Cuz to me you’re pretty anyways, baby

You give me your number

I call you up

You act like your pussy don’t interrupt

I don’t have no trouble with you fucking me

But I have a little problem with you not fucking me

Baby you know I’ll 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 Cristal

Bitch ass niggas put away your pistols

Bemis won’t be havin it in this house

'Cuz bitch I’ll cripple your style

Now that you heard my calm voice

Couldn’t get another nigga, hootchie won’t get moist

If you wanna look good and not be bummy

Girl you better gimmie that money

Hoo!

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 girls, girls glanced at me

I whispered in their ear you wanna be with me?

You wanna look pretty though, in my video

Ol Bemis on the hat and I let you all know

Just dance like you’re caught up in the Holy Ghost trance

If you stop, I’ll put the killer ants in your pants

I’m the M-A-B as you can see

FBI, don’t you be watchin' me

I don’t want no problems, 'cuz I’ll put you down

In the ground where you cannot be found

I’m just «Beem» Dog tryin to make some money

So gimme my streaks and gimme my honey

Radios play this all day every day

Recognize I’m a fool and you love 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…

Sing it right now!

If Bemis want his money, just give him his money

That’s how I like giiiiirrrrrrlllll

Sexy, sexy, sexy

Sexy, sexy, sexy

Sexy, sexy, sexy

Sexy, sexy, sexy

Play’n the club like this all night

Bitches put your ass out and let me hold it tight

Your looking at my wrist saying it’s so nice!

The price, bitch, is diamonds, shining disco lights

You better help me solve my problem

Or I’ll 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 Bemis

And then lift up your skirt

And if you want this Bemis

God made «Beem» and «Beem» will bust your ass

Stop annoying me, yeah I play my music loud

Take the bastard Old Bemis to move the crowd

They say he had his balls in his mouth

Cisco Adler taught me that back at the house

But give me my money

CHORUS repeats x2