[Intro]
Motherf**er, where
Where my f**ing money, money, money?
b**h, where my f**ing money?
Ayo, Green, I feel like I'm turning green too
From Bill Bixby to some Incredible Hulk sh**
I don't even know why you give me sh** like this to spit to
I'm sure we speak the same language
f** you b**hes, 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'll slice you with the razor, quit it!
Icy 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?
b**h, I be the crew of bill collectors, pay them all a visit
After cleaning bank accounts you questioned
If I gave a sh**, 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 b**h slayer
Giving you another layer of the data trick
[Bridge]
Bust Rhymes, hitting you with punch lines
Funny how I f** dimes
b**h, you know I want mine
Where my f**ing money?
[Hook]
I ain't speaking foreign, you know what I'm sayin'
Better have my bread, n***a, I ain't playin'
b**h, where my f**ing money?
Mark every word spoken
Reddish so you're p**y if you think I'm jokin'
Motherf**er, where my f**ing money?
Think I still ain't crazy ‘cause I cut my dreads
And if you short my cake, I'm off side of your head
b**h, where my f**ing money?
[Verse 2]
Critical, it's pitiful, I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take these other n***as paper
Topsy-tervy controversy, I'm so thirsty, got no mercy
For some of these b**hes, I collect my money now and later
Keep it moving with the clique
While making b**hes 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
n***a, what's yours is mine
No need to second guess it, check it, 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 rhymes that put you on a diuretic
Shrinking up a n***a pockets, simple n***as style pathetic
[Bridge]
Bust Rhymes, hitting you with punch lines
Funny how I f** dimes
b**h, you know I want mine
Where my f**ing money?
[Hook]
I ain't speaking foreign, you know what I'm sayin'
Better have my bread, n***a, I ain't playin'
b**h, where my f**ing money?
Mark every word spoken
Reddish so you're p**y if you think I'm jokin'
Motherf**er, where my f**ing money?
Think I still ain't crazy ‘cause I cut my dreads
And if you short my cake, I'm off side of your head
b**h, where my f**ing money?