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

Stop talking, we can get along We can Marvin Gaye and get it on Where you want to be, I've been before Boy, you're so much better when you don't speak I don't need your little money I can put you under something Shh, say no more No, baby, you can't do it

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,

In the back dry in the night Put it there, get the money (watch me now) In the back of a Volvo car Pay up, sign up, LA You're my DC oh Lee, oh You're my DC oh Anna, oh

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

Mother fucker it's a perfect crime Kickin' back in the shadows Got no need for the light Who's sorry now old timer Look at how you've spent your life Scroungin' for change To put some money in your pocket My how scratch does burn Laughin' at the fuckers

Let me put the head in I need some water Wake up in the mornin' thinkin' 'bout money, kick your feet up Somethin' came over me Way too high to simmer down Might as well overheat Too close to comfort As blood rush my favorite vein Heart beat racin' like a

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

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

It's a quarter after three You're so money, baby, you ain't even have to try Now I'm runnin' with you 'round East Lansing Tito's in your dorm, we're dancing Sayin' everything we mean You made me feel alive Forget them other bitches, I will put 'em to the