Where's My Fuckin Money lyrics

[Intro]

Motherfucker where, where my fucking money

Money, money

Bitch where my fucking money

Ayo Green, I feel like I'm turning green too

From Bill Bixby to some Incredible Hulk shit

I don't even know why you give me shit like this to spit to

I'm sure we speak the same language

Fuck you bitches, pay me

[Verse 1]

Wait a minute, came to go get it, ranger fitted

Whenever it come to paper better know I'm major with it

Make it rain a major blizzard, leather alligator lizard

I Talledega race any challenger name a digit

Even if on the slightest

You take a smidget or dare touch my revenue I slice you with the razor quit it

Icey till I make it frigid, burr

The laws of physics says it's getting cold

My money taller than a hall of midgets

I get up all up in it

Kicking down the door, who is it

Bitch I be the crew of bill collectors, pay them all a visit

After cleaning bank accounts you questioned

If I gave a shit if not I tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did it

It's ok I say a prayer

It's the mayor bititch slayer giving you another layer of the data tritick

Bust Rhymes, hitting you with punch lines

Funny how I fuck dimes, bitch you know I want mine

Where my fucking money

[Refrain]

I ain't speakin foreign

You know what I'm saying

Better have my bread nigga I ain't playing

Bitch, where my fucking money

Mark every word, spoken reddish so your pussy

If you think I'm joking

Motherfucker, where my fucking money

Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread

And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head

Bitch where my fucking money

[Verse 2]

Critical it's pitiful, I'm cynical

How I deliver lyricals and take these other niggas paper

Topsy-tervy controversy I'm so thirsty, got no mercy

For some of these bitches

I collect my money now and later

Keep it moving with the clique

While making bitches hit the strip

Cake up everyday I wake I rate the way my money flip

I want it's mine, borderline

Call it crime, all the shine I'm taking it

Ain't no mistaking it nigga what's yours is mine

No need to second guess it

Check I'm the gloss and grind the gritty and the floss

The profit and the loss all intertwined

Because I profit from your losses

You don't want it, you should get it

In the hood with your money, I extended my line of credit

The medic, doctor ryhmes that put you on a diuretic

Shrinking up a nigga pockets

Simple niggas style pathetic

Bust rhymes, hitting you with punch lines

Funny how I fuck dimes, bitch you know I want mine

Where my fucking money

[Refrain]