Busta Rhymes - Where's My Money lyrics

Ayo Green, I feel like I'm turnin' green too! From Bill b**h be!, 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! (Ha) 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 Kickin' down the door (Who is it!?) b**h I be the crew of bill collectors, pay the mall a visit After cleanin' 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 (hey ya) It's OK I say a prayer it's the mayor b**h slayer Givin' you another layer of the data tritick Bust rhymes, hittin' you with punch lines Funny how I f** dimes, b**h you know I want mine Where my f**in' money?! I ain't speakin' foreign, you know what I'm saying Better have my bread n***a I ain't playin' (b**h, where my f**ing money?) Mark every word, spoken reddish so your p**y If you think I'm jokin' (muhf**er, where my f**in' 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 (b**h where my f**in' money?) (Oh) 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 go no mercy For some of these b**hes, I collect my money now and later Keep it movin' 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 takin it Ain't no mistakin' it n***a 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 you money, I extended my line of credit The medic, doctor rhymes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin' up a n***a pockets Simple n***as style pathetic Bust rhymes, hittin' you with punch lines Funny how I f** dimes, b**h you know I want mine Where my f**in' money?! I ain't speakin' foreign, you know what I'm saying Better have my bread n***a I ain't playin' (b**h, where my f**ing money?) Mark every word, spoken reddish so your p**y If you think I'm jokin'? (Muhf**er, where my f**in' 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 (b**h where my f**in' money?)