- Busta Rhymes Where's My Money 歌詞
- Busta Rhymes
- [INTRO:]Ayo
Green... I feel like
I'm turnin green too!
From Bill
Bixby!... to some incredible
Hulk *******t!
I don't even know why u give me *******t like this to spit to?
I'm sure we speak the same language
******* you *******... pay me
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 didgit
Even if on the slightest you take a smidget or dare touch my revenue
I slice you with the razor quit it
Icey till
I make it frigid... (BURRRR)...
The laws of physics says it's getting cold... my money taller than a hall of midgets
I get up all up in it
Kickin down the door (Who is it!?)
******* I be the crew of bill collectors... pay the mall a visit
After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if
I gave a *******t if not
I tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did
It(HEYAAA)
It's ok I say a prayer it's the mayor bititch slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick
Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines
Funny how
I ******* dimes... ******* you know
I want mine
Where my ******* money? ![HOOK:]
I ain't speakin foreign... you know what
I'm saying
Better have my bread *******
I ain't playin(*******... where my ******* money?)
Mark every word spoken, better sell your *******
If you think
I'm jokin?(muh******... where my ******* money?)
Think I still ain't crazy cause
I cut my dread
And if you short my cake
I'm off side of your head(******* where my ******* money?)[VERSE 2:](OHHHH)
Critical it's pitifull
I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take these other *******s paper
Topsy-tervy contraversy
I'm so thirsty go no mercy
For some of these *******...
I collect my money now and later
Keep it movin with the clique... while making ******* hit the strip
Cake up everyday
I wake I R
ATE the way my money flip
I want it's mine... borderline... call it crime... all the *******ne
I'm takin it
Ain't no mistakin it ******* what's yours is mine
No need to second guess it check
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 you money...
I extended my line of credit
The medic... doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a ******* pockets
Simple *******z style pathetic
Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines
Funny how
I ******* dimes... ******* you know
I want mine
Where my ******* money? ![HOOK:]
I ain't speakin foreign... you know what
I'm saying
Better have my bread *******
I ain't playin(*******... where my ******* money?)
Mark every word spoken, better sell your *******
If you think
I'm jokin?(Muh******... where my ******* money?)
Think I still ain't crazy cause
I cut my dread
And if you short my cake
I'm off side of your head(******* where my ******* money?)
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