[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]