[Verse 1: 3rd Degree]
Where the money at?
Shit I can smell paint puff all on my nose
Change directions when I smell haters
Go to hell hater we just want the pasta
Please, extra cheese, when you bring me my lasagna
Stack it up, keep stacking stack it neatly
Lose a few fingers if you ever try to cheat me
I'm on the money mission
Like it's money missing (missing)
Look honey money's funny, I'on need your bitching
I got a plot, plot
Plan, think careful
Leave em in the field stuck still like a scarеcrow (like a scared doe)
Nah bro
Rubbеr band bandit
You don't need to fold it, we can rubber band band it
Underhand hand it
Right pocket stowaway
I'on't conceal and carry but you gotta have a throwaway
So where the money at?
I don't wanna hurt you man
Yes, you can leave if you can find the extra green

[Hook: 3rd Degree] (x2)
All I wanna know is
Tell me where the money (x3)
You can all go just
Tell me where the money (x3)
[Verse 2: Ric Jilla]
This is a stick-up don't make it a homicide
The kids, the dog
You and your baby momma die
If he don't come up off that [skrid natch?] (yeah)
I'mma click-clack and push his whole shit back
For that mothafucking currency
I squeeze
Turn them white T's burgundy
Cheese please, Monterey Jack and Mozzarella
Lots of Cheddar, Velveeta n***a buy whatever
I let that money motivate me (yeah)
I'm shitting on boys that's why these n***as hate me (hate me)
Yep
But I'mma keep mashing on em
Military issue pistols cock-blasting on em (blasting on em)
Now where my motherfucking money at? (yeah)
Before I put a shit bag where yo tummy at (tummy at)
Cause I come for that merch n***a
Nobody move, nobody get hurt

[Hook: 3rd Degree] (x2)
All I wanna know is
Tell me where the money (x3)
You can all go just
Tell me where the money (x3)
[Verse 3: C-Mob]
How does it feel to have a pistol to your mouth or your head?
Where's the cash?
Is it hidden in the couch or the bed?
I'mma tear through every inch of this house for the bread
If I don't find it I'mma turn this to the house of the dead
So you, should probably give up the info and "show me the money" like Jerry Maguire
You better be telling the truth
You know it ain't nothing to bury a liar
Cause I'm finna do you just like I would do you if you were to carry a wire
I'm thinking it's time for torture
3rd go get me a pair of your pliers
I'm bout to rip all his fingernails out his fingertips
And I bet this birdie is bout to turn to a singer quick
And if this birdie ain't singing and I ain't touching grands
Then I'mma rip every finger right off his fucking hands
I gotta get paid, this isn't personal, this is business kid
And oh by the way, I do not let a witness live
So get to talking
You should hand over the money fast
And if you're lucky I won't leave here with a bloody mask

[Hook: 3rd Degree] (x2)
All I wanna know is
Tell me where the money (x3)
You can all go just
Tell me where the money (x3)