Meyhem Lauren - Where The $ At lyrics

[Verse 1 - Meyhem Lauren] Still rebellious, never jealous, steady getting relish Y'all embellish while we rocking outfits with propellers Dice rolling, twice holding, strapped double like some air raids Squeezing through Queens, rocking some rare shades Versace type, smelling like Myaki white, floated night Cuban right, watching swings all night just like a hockey fight Too fresh, having crew s** up in the duplex Train your chick like who next, s** it like she got two necks f** her rocking a new vest, send her right back in due stress Bullet proof gla** windows and fine pottery Never had a job but got work, designed lottery f** a scratch-off, the spat's off, mixed and match cloth Keep our guns on but when we eat we take our hats off Shrimp scaloppini, linguini treated with squid ink Block server, murder, got further cause I did think Plans handcrafted by the palms of perfection Never lost defection, being gracious my profession Part of my DNA, flows through my bloodstream Made me dig clean cream, peace to my thug team My squad is like half [?] of geniuses Hop out coupes and tell police to s** our penises [Hook] We need raw money, we need war money We need tour money, we need your money We need more money, we need raw money We need more money, we need more money Where the money at? (What?) Where the money at? (What?) Where the money at? (What?) Where the money at? (What?) Where the money at? (What?) Where the money at? (What?) Where the money at? (What?) Where the money at? (What?) [Verse 2 – Thirstin Howl] [?] fresh, [?], doing it to the d**h Mister a** licker, AKA doodoo breath Polo rocking worldwide, rest in peace for girls cry Old school student with young boy movement Earth traveled, b**hes and birds babble My wallet's big enough to be a saddle Brain waves the size of tsunamis Popping bottles in the bank, invite a few mommies Money machines, seem to be correct I want my sh** in cash, don't trust nobody's check Direct deposit is modest as far as charges Pay me first before you holler bout some bargains Thirsty thirst, with that Brownsville spirit Have mind to be mine, I ain't tryna hear it Much cash, mustache, have my bread hung fast, lung stab Watch that step, don't ever owe me Cause I'm taking all those rings, the necklace and the gold teeth And your little darling's rosaries Talk is cheap so I'll speech you senseless You's a tooth over loot, let me be the dentist Dungaree deep since lean jeans was popping Got heavy promotion, that's thanks to the gossip Flight school groups trained to skydive Kitty litter money, the sh** got nine lives [Hook]