Busta Rhymes - Where's Your Money lyrics

[Intro: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Yo.. all my b**hes that make money Throw ya motherf**in' hands in the air (Suuuu!) Cuz it's all about the money (Yo, yo, all my, all my, all my homies Let me hear you go suuuuuuuu!) Money rules the world I take over all p**y with money (All my girls making money, out there) All cars get tooken over cuz of money, baby (Let me hear y'all go suuuuuuu!) All businesses, baby, it's all about the money To all my n***as that bustin' shots for money, right now Bust shots (suuuuu!) bust shots for the money, now "Where's your money?" (suuuuuuu!) "Where's your money?" (about the money) "Where's your money?" (it's all about the money) Throw ya motherf**in' hands in the air! "Where's your money?" [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] The Brooklyn borough king, you b**h to me is everything Sent me to Jersey, trapped off the parascene, or Penelope Pitstop You can't duplicate the picture, or record this hip hop! My owl's are tryna crust up the ziplock Dime pieces in high heels and flip flops Real playas, with the Zenty's wristwatch Outside of clubs, is backed up in gridlock Three bouncers the size of sasquatch Plus whips that will make your eyes pop Hot burns that burn faster than matches Dirt is only out to catch vicks See boys on the back on some rap sh** Fake industry heads sweating in the guest list I'm on the spot with a bottle of fresh Cryst' Lay up on the table, arm around the best chick It's all about the money [Interlude: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Hey, I'm O.D.B., let me know "Where's your money?" Next time you see me, let me know "Where's your money?" Baby, I just got home, let me know "Where's your money?" We got to feed these kids, baby, let me know "Where's your money?" [Busta Rhymes] In a fly, tailor-made suit, cooking a blunt Got the Phantom, parked, crooked out in the front Rowing, gun toting, Sonny Chiba n***as we large Caymen Island style, s**ing on cohiba cigars The way we stack cake, you know I know it's making you sick Watch dough with diplomats from other countries and sh** Heh, now let me show you why we walk with a swagger Money over flowing, spending like it don't even matter Money do a lotta sh**, money make me more bread But money take a n***a life, put a price on they head Think you nicer than the dreads, n***as fight with the feds Keep it cool, while I put all of the hype on the bed b**h, ever since my cake got a little bigger f** a JP Morgan, Merryl Lynch and them n***as f** it, call it what you wanna call it, n***a, we sinners Throw my money at ten thousand dollar tables for dinners, now [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] It's a Busta Bust now, n***a, let me know "Where's your money?" Everytime you see me, let me know "Where's your money?" You can give me all your money, let me know "Where's your money?" When it's the first of the month, n***a, let me know "Where's your money?" [Busta Rhymes] For the carat D cla**, next to my middle finger When I see my own reflection, diamond frost the mirror Diamonds as cold as ice, frost bite like winter Floss fitters, three quarter four length chinchillas You wish you knew the way, the kid'll quiet dough is a mystery n***as bread'll stack longer than American History Heh, now peep the way we runnin' through y'all, it's funny f** around get you murked with my "Woo-Hah!" money Lay you down in the dirt, let me school y'all dummies Hit the town with the work, like crack heads, they love me sh**, to call my cake disrespectful b**h, holla A lot of acres with a pet alligator, named Dollar Bust it, y'all n***as know that I'm the most, so just stop it I cop cribs, and stash cake and keepin' money in wallets n***as money smaller than a bar of Whatchamacallits Money hungry like Sudan, when my paper stay brolic [Outro: Ol' Dirty ba*tard (Busta Rhymes)] Hey, I'm O.D.B., let me know "Where's your money?" (It's a Busta Bust now, n***a, let me know) "Where's your money?" Next time you see me, let me know "Where's your money?" ('Fore I stick ya a** up, n***a, let me know) "Where's your money?"