That's what you get for waking up in Vegas Remember what you told me Don't be a baby Shut up and put your money where your mouth is Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now Give me some cash out, baby You gotta help me out It's all a blur last

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas Remember what you told me Don't be a baby Shut up and put your money where your mouth is Get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now Give me some cash out, baby You gotta help me out It's all a blur last

Welcome to Burlesque, Show a little more, Show a little less, Add a little smoke, Ooh, everyone is buying, Put your money in my hand, Everything you dream of, But never can possess, Nothing's what it seems,

Every time we come around Doors goin’ up, panties goin’ down Y’all throw that money up, catch it comin’ down Put your hand up, down Baby let me blow a hundred on you Every time we come around, ah On everything I love, It’s We The Best Music It’s We The

Walk away now and you're gonna start a war Whatever went away, I?ll get it over now I?ll get money, I?ll get funny again We expected something, something better than before We expected something more Do you really think you can just put it in a safe

You got to pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up Clap, clap, clap, clap If you wanna pu-pu-pu-pu-put it on me You're not gonna ge-ge-ge-ge-get it for free Come on spend that dirty sexy money on me, on me, on me If you wanna do-do-do-do-do it freaky 24/7,

Haters in the club (back up) Broke niggaz (back up) I suggest, I suggest that you (back up) Put your ass in reverse baby (back up) It don't involve money then (back up) Dawg, get from me and (back up) Everytime I fall I get right (back up) Gold diggers

Put your money on me If you think I'm losing you, you must be crazy I'm never gonna let you go, even when it's easy But I'm never gonna let it go All your money on me Go tuck me into bed, and wake me when I'm dead I know that you gotta be free Singing

Put your hands up in the air Shinin', grindin' on the shine Flip it all the time When we hustlin', Young Money gunnin' Cash Money flippin', shit them every time When we grindin' 'cause we gettin', flippin' the change range And doin' different thangs,

I don't need a hook for this one I'm, cuckoo! My triggers is stupid, you thugs is funny My guns be, goin "eh" for the love of money Dumb, fabulous rhymer give you Luger lasagna Hula hoop, hold ya, I'll put your noodles behind ya Take your takeaway, show