b*tch Betta Have My Money lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch betta have my money
Ahhhhhhhhhhh sh*t, here we go on the one ya'll with nothing to clown

[AMG]
It ain't nothing like black pus*y on my di*k
Word to the motherf*cking DJ Quik
I play hoes like dominoes, slapping bones;
AMG's on the motherf*cking microphone
I slang di*k, b*tch, nothing more and nothing less;
You got a C-note, ho, you can take the test
And bring big fat titties and lots of back
You got the woody, and I got the axe
I'm no joke when I stroke for a client;
b*tches need di*k, so they buying it
G with the high-top fade;
Open up your Coach bag, b*tch, so I can get paid
And take off your G-string drawers
b*tch eat your Wheaties, cause I don't pause
What are you laughing at? Ain't a damn thing funny
(b*tch betta have my money)
I don't charge by the inch, I charge by the foot
Think I'm lyin', b*tch? Here, take a look
100% USDA grade A beef — here's my card, call me
You look like you ain't been pumped in a while
Pick up the motherf*cking phone and dial
And have your money in a big ass stack
I'm swingin' this di*k like a newjack (b*tch) so
Chorus:
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
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(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money

[AMG]
Choose the position pronto, you're on the clock
You can suck the diggity-di*k, but I'mma charge you a knot
Bend your ass on over and touch your toes;
Hold your breath cause I'mma hold my nose
This di*k of mine ain't friendly, baby;
Will it hurt you? Yeah maybe
Probably, because I'm 19 years old;
I f*ck hot pus*y until it's cold
I ain't a prostitute, but I'll knock the boots;
Women love me, they say I'm so cute
Girls wanna get with me, I'm tender;
A big old butt, and a smile and I'm wit'em
pus*y ain't nothing but a game to me;
Pockets on fat cause I played the freak
So when a ho when a wanna f*ck to the pro of a teenage pimp
I wanna see that grip, so ...
Chorus:
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money

[AMG]
Motherf*ckers out there can't fade me
And b*tches out there don't faze me
I take it blow for blow, a ho is a ho;
A b*tch is a b*tch is a (b*tch), so
f*ck all the rigamarole, I clock the dough
While I slang the blow
G's gonna do it to you slow while you sing along, ho ...
(b*tch betta have my money)

Chorus:
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
(b*tch) b*tch betta have my money
.......b*tch