Where My Money At
[Chorus:] [x8]All I wanna know where my money at[Verse 1:]Yeah, got rid of my last bitch, now I’m sucker freeShe got to pay me for the penis, I don’t fuck for freeHandle me like I’m fragile, woman stop touching meYou just a slim jim, you wouldn’t even lunge for meThe same nigga everybody say would never shineLike he'll do it every nine and it’s all the timeYou got a problem with me, nigga you better fall in lineYou got so much bigness, then why the fuck you all up in minePush a button, then am rolling, I don’t need a keyI want this and though it’s bad, I don’t even need to see defeatBitch I'm a dog, you ain’t even much a flea to meDon’t get it twisted, Tikit Williams is OG to me[Chorus] [x8][Verse 2:]Yeah, too much money is in my pocket, know I’m back at the bankAs if they got a lot to count, am go relax at the bankHood nigga, damn right, I pack my strap in the bagBut they don't rob and chase whenever Joseph Mack in the bankAm from the wisher nigga woods, So I wish a nigga wouldKnock his ass out he wake up and say bitch that nigga goodBut non-violent, non- violent, that’s the way to beSlapping the shit out of somebody, that every day for meIf you ain’t talking about my money shut the fuck upSo pay me what you want me, your day, they go give you a touch upDon’t make me send them people to your momma houseFive thousand, that's enough for me to take your momma “ide”..hahaha[Chorus] [x8][Verse 3:]All eyes on me like i'm 2pac in this bitchCan’t see him looking at me, i'm busy shopping and shitNecklace look like a bunch of buggers, all the rocks in this bitchI get it cracking good, niggas get it popping and shitLook at the money, ain’t right, I ain’t getting out the carThey can tell you club up, but you can get it out the parkI’m a hood nigga homie, am just living like a starYeah the noodle say Ramon but the watch say AudemarThis morning I was bored as fuck, so I went and bought a carThis evening i’m bored as fuck, so I think Imma start a warYou bet not be in this club tipping, where my change homieFuck throwing my money, get them bitches make it rain on me..Yeah[Chorus] [x8][Verse 4:]Hahaha. that’s all I want to know my niggaIs where my mother fucking money atYou bet not be in this mother fucking club trying to make it rain niggaCause I’m gonna make your mother fucking face breakRun me my mother fucking bread dogReal top, made me coming outside, coming out the back doorCause you know am in the frontRide down the street with your home boyCause am looking for your carYou dig?Fuck them with a whole nother bitchCause I’m at your baby mother house niggaEvery time you turn around imma right thereHand me my mother fucking money dogBeat your bitch ass up
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