Jay Fizzle - Where The Money lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Dolph] Mama said god'll give you anything you pray for When I was small I prayed to god for a bankroll Mama said god'll give you anything you pray for When I was small I prayed to god for a bankroll All I ever wanted was a bankroll (What you want?) a bankroll Murk your a**, shoot the lawyer, 100K, case closed All I ever wanted was some moolah Come to my block, they selling dope and hoes prostituting You ain't never ran no trap, who you think you fooling? My young n***as, they ruthless They just like me, keep toolies Got it out the trizzap, your b**h she on my dizzick We on that smoke a n***a, f** his b**h, get money shizzit I can't rap it if I didn't live it p**y n***a tryna get me off my pivot What you shootin' at? A hundred million [Hook: Young Dolph] Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down I just want the money, that what we came for Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down We just want the money, that what we came for We just want the money, that what we came for I just want the money, that what we came for [Verse 2: Jay Fizzle] Ride ‘round with that Draco on my waist, straight to the money I got 99 problems so I ride ‘round with that hundred Yeah I graduated, what make you think I'm a dummy? I turned nothing into something, my prepaid be jumping Cook a Porsche up out that bowl, pockets getting swole I got snow but it ain't cold, got a check up out the stove Used to share the same shoes, had to take out the whole sole Now it's Maison Margiela's, these designer ‘round my toes Lay it down, give it up, my shooters stink you up Don't corroborate, no hesitation, we shoot you up We coming for that money, just give up that paper Serve his a** ten, double back and take it later [Verse 3: J-Money] When I move, don't make a sound Put your face up on the ground Came for your cash n***a, put it in the bag n***a I ain't come to do no talkin', load it up or I'm offin' Yellow tape, white chalk ‘em Put your b**h a** in a coffin Got your money, I'm gone Back on the block, servin' pounds Trap money, I got strong Yeah you know I'm on All I ever wanted was a bankroll Mama always told me don't trust these hoes In god I trust, for this money I'ma bust Lay a n***a down, stick ‘em up Bullet hit your a**, lift ‘em up That's how I was brought up In the hood, in the cut No food on our plate No money you need us [Hook: Young Dolph] Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down I just want the money, that what we came for Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down We just want the money, that what we came for We just want the money, that what we came for I just want the money, that what we came for [Verse 4: Bino Brown] I just want the money, keep the pistol by my stomach Her bankroll didn't stay fresh, I guess I'm paying homage Now I'm not talkin' hair but I sell ‘em by the bundle They say that money talk, well it sound like yours mumble You know what I came for I'm beefing with my car, man I went and got the brains blowed I just left the j**eler, man I went and got my chain froze Tryna leave the streets alone but damn Bino can't though Repping while I'm rapping, now she ride me like a Texan Never took her out to eat, she ate me up like Zaxby's Get across the water, I got business in Miami Trap awards up in my hood, come get yourself a Grammy I keep it fresh like Mannie [Verse 5: Yo Millionaire] From Cal State to [?] Ave, I been getting money I got some n***as out the south and the east jumping From Westwood to the mound, might not [?] pumping Got big bags of the dope balled up like nuggets I get it by the truckload, boxed up like Huggies Hooked up with Paper Route, we ‘bout to make it ugly Shouts out to Daddy-O, it's a cold summer We gon' make these b**hes sweat, I put that on my mama We just want this money b**h, that's what we came for That's why I put these Forgiato's on these foreign cars In the club, pocket full of cash, no credit card In the morning I'm dogging your b**h, late night I'm with the mob [Hook: Young Dolph] Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down I just want the money, that what we came for Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down We just want the money, that what we came for We just want the money, that what we came for I just want the money, that what we came for [Outro: Young Dolph] You know what we came for n***a Real n***a sh** If I want it I get it If I want it I spend it It's Dolph! J-Money, what's poppin'? Bino, what up? Yo, what's poppin'? Fizzle, what's crackin'? Ay, ay! Real n***a sh** Paper Route Empire Uh huh!