Bitch Betta Have My Money (Clean Radio Version)

[Intro]
Bitch betta have my money
Ahhhhhhhhhhh sh—
(Yo G, it's for the radio, G)
Oh, hold on, it's for the radio (It's for the radio)
My fault

[Verse 1]
It ain't nothing like black booty on my tip
Word to the niggaro DJ Quik
Moe Doe, 304, now you know
AMG's on the microphone, yo
I sang this for the radio jocks, no less
You got a C-note, freak, I'll let you rub my chest
And bring big fat feminine fat and all that
You got the woody, and I got the goodies
I'm no joke when I swing for a client
Girls need me, so while they tryin' it
G with the smooth bald head
Don't wear blue or red, pack a .9 for the unkind
I like girls in G-strings
Jimmy hats for the smack it up sweet things
So when you ring my bell, Bell Biv DeVoe
(Bitch betta have my money) Now you know (Bitch)
I don't charge by the inch, I charge by the pound
Trace and Court with the big, big sound
Round for round and pound for pound
So why you tryna clown?
Yeah, I'm down with OPP
Tribe Called Quest, LL, and Chuck D
But don't go toe to toe
Yo, we gotta pimp this (Pimp what?) (Bitch)
So...

[Chorus]
(Bitch) Come on (Bitch betta have my money)
If you're gettin' paid (Bitch betta have my money)
If you're gettin' laid (Bitch betta have my money)
Come on, come on (Bitch betta have my money)
Let me hear you say "What" (Bitch betta have my money)
Say "What" (Bitch betta have my money)
Who, who, who? (Bitch betta have my money)
One, two (Bitch betta have my money)

[Verse 2]
Choose the position pronto, you're on the clock
I gotta warm the track block after block
Shouts out to the one Hollywood Dave C
In L.A., Californ-i-a (Bitch)
Way too mackadocious
Pimp of the Year — do I come the closest?
AMG, down with H-I-C, Penthouse, and the CPT
And I ain't 19 no mo'
Makin' big dough every little show I blow, and yo
Ladies say I'm cute and all that
But I'm about more bite and small snacks
And a real small waist, for a little face to face
Same time, same place
It ain't nothin' but a game
I tell the girl, "Can ya hang?" (Bitch)
So...

[Chorus]
(Bitch) Uh (Bitch betta have my money)
Pay up, come on, what? (Bitch betta have my money)
Say "What" (Bitch betta have my money)
Say "What" (Bitch betta have my money)
All the girls in the house say "Me" (Bitch betta have my money)
If you're down with AMG (Bitch betta have my money)
Yeah (Bitch betta have my money)
For the brothers who was trippin'
(Bitch betta have my money) Uh

[Verse 3]
Fools out there can't fade me
And hoochie little girls don't faze me
I take it blow for blow, I'm here for the dough
I'm tryna get rich you (Bitch), so
Step back 'cause I know the deal
You must think that you're gonna give me whip appeal
AMG and you know the big D
(Bitch betta have my money) Audi 5000, G

[Chorus]
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money
(Bitch) Bitch betta have my money

[Outro]
Gone
Gone
Shouts out to...
You son of a (Bitch)