Rockstar Games - Where's My Money lyrics

[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?