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Busta Rhymes

"Where’s My Money"

[Intro]
Motherf*cker, where
Where my f*cking money, money, money?
b*tch, where my f*cking money?
Ayo, Green, I feel like I'm turning green too
From Bill Bixby to some Incredible Hulk sh*t
I don't even know why you give me sh*t like this to spit to
I'm sure we speak the same language
f*ck you b*tches, 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*tch, I be the crew of bill collectors, pay them all a visit
After cleaning bank accounts you questioned
If I gave a sh*t, 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*tch slayer
Giving you another layer of the data trick

[Bridge]
Bust Rhymes, hitting you with punch lines
Funny how I f*ck dimes
b*tch, you know I want mine
Where my f*cking money?

[Hook]
I ain't speaking foreign, you know what I'm sayin'
Better have my bread, n*gga, I ain't playin'
b*tch, where my f*cking money?
Mark every word spoken
Reddish so you're pus*y if you think I'm jokin'
Motherf*cker, where my f*cking 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*tch, where my f*cking money?

[Verse 2]
Critical, it's pitiful, I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take these other n*ggas paper
Topsy-tervy controversy, I'm so thirsty, got no mercy
For some of these b*tches, I collect my money now and later
Keep it moving with the clique
While making b*tches 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*gga, 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*gga pockets, simple n*ggas style pathetic

[Bridge]
Bust Rhymes, hitting you with punch lines
Funny how I f*ck dimes
b*tch, you know I want mine
Where my f*cking money?

[Hook]
I ain't speaking foreign, you know what I'm sayin'
Better have my bread, n*gga, I ain't playin'
b*tch, where my f*cking money?
Mark every word spoken
Reddish so you're pus*y if you think I'm jokin'
Motherf*cker, where my f*cking 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*tch, where my f*cking money?

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