Anything You Want lyrics

[Intro: Too Short]

(What do we get for 10 dollars?)

You mad cause I'm f*cking your mistress
Ask me, n*gga, that's some b*tch sh*t
My sperm, looks like diamonds on her neck
And all these n*ggas want to kiss that b*tch
You can have her

[Verse 1: Mouse]

You can have her, she still gon give me the sh*t I need
Mac Mouse, training b*tches like a dog breed
OG's all up in my circle ho
I'll give you anything, but first you got to bust it open
Listen close, I bag a b*tch and use her like a chauffeur
Drag her like a G's supposed to, even if I barely know her
Baby let me put it on you, hit it like I'm Sammy Sosa
Once that vodka's taken over, you gon think you work at Stroker's

[Verse 2: Too Short]

Yeah mane, I run that pimp game
Give a b*tch some money, you get anything
For ten dollars, you can watch her dance
It costs a whole lot more for her to drop them panties
(Can you afford it?)
[Hook:]

(What do we get for 10 dollars?)

If you want that b*tch, you got to pay that b*tch
You know what you get

[Verse 3: Mouse]

Straight cash, you get what want
All you got to do is say so
And that b*tch'll turn up
Keep it pimpin' when you see me
All my n*ggas say church
I'll still hit her when I'm mad
Cause I done already learned

[Verse 4: Too Short]

Came out of your cell, say what?
You want to play with the sl*t
Go way her guts
While you f*ck, bustin' big baby-making nuts
And for the next 9 months you'll be laying in the cut
That's what you want?
[Verse 5: Mouse]

I cold di*k her, f*ck her like I'm her killer
Love her, make her remember
Bust it open for my n*ggas
Throw my cheddar at the strippers
Tell 'em "say cheese" for my pictures
Order up another trio, and a two-piece just for dinner
Yeah

[Verse 6: Too Short]

If I knocked down your main b*tch, and somebody told you
You still wouldn't say sh*t, you know how these hoes do
They out for the money, and most of the n*ggas just want the hunnies
So put your order in

[Hook]

[Verse 7: Mouse]

M-O to the B
? come try this Squad life
Rooster off this ?
Call and get it Facetime
n*ggas hate, but that's fine
Pretty money, pretty grind
Hope you n*ggas focused
Got'em bustin' call it suicide
I keep it coolin', they choosin'
I'm in my Mac mode
This for the groupies and ratchets
I don't even know
10 dollar hoes, where they do that?
Let me see you kill this pole
And I'll throw you a stack
It's trap
b*tch!