Bitch Betta Have My Money (Clean Radio Version) AMG

[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...