lirik lagu busta rhymes – where’s your money
yo, all my b-tches that make money
throw ya motherf-ckin’ hands in the air
‘cuz it’s all about the money
money rules the world
i take over all p-ssy with money
all cars get tooken over ‘cuz of money, baby
all businesses, baby, it’s all about the money
to all my n-gg-z that bustin’ shots for money, right now
bust shots, bust shots for the money, now
where’s your money?
where’s your money?
where’s your money?
throw ya motherf-ckin’ hands in the air
where’s your money?
the brooklyn borough king, your b-tch to me is everything
sent me to jersey, trapped off the parascene
or penelope pitstop
you can’t duplicate the picture or record this hip hop
my owl’s are tryna crust up the ziplock
dime pieces in high heels and flip flops
real playas with the zenty’s wristw-tch
outside of clubs is backed up in gridlock
three bouncers the size of sasquatch
plus whips that will make your eyes pop
hot burns that burn faster than matches
dirt is only out to catch vicks
b-boys on the back on some rap sh-t
fake industry heads sweatin’ in the guest list
i’m on the spot with a bottle of fresh cris
lay up on the table, arm around the best chick
it’s all about the money
hey, i’m o.d.b., let me know where’s your money
next time you see me, let me know where’s your money
baby, i just got home, let me know where’s your money
we got to feed these kids, baby, let me know where’s your money
in a fly tailor made sh-t, cookin’ a blunt
got the phantom parked crooked out in the front
rowin’, gun totin’, sonny chiba n-gg-z we large
caymen island style, suckin’ on cohiba cigars
the way we stack cake, you know i know it’s makin’ you sick
watch dough with diplomats from other countries and sh-t
now let me show you why we walk with a swagger
money over flowin’, spendin’ like it don’t even matter
money do a lotta sh-t, money make me more bread
but money take a n-gg- life, put a price on they head
think you nicer than the dreads, snitches fight with the feds
keep it cool, while i put all of the hype on the bed
b-tch, ever since my cake got a little bigger
f-ck with jp morgan, merryl lynch and them n-gg-z
f-ck it, call it what you wanna call it, n-gg-, we sinners
throw my money at ten thousand dollar tables for dinners
now it’s a busta bus, now, n-gg-, let me know where’s your money
every time you see me, let me know where’s your money
you can give me all your money, let me know where’s your money
when it’s the first of the month, n-gg-
let me know where’s your money
for the carat d cl-ss next to my middle finger
when i see my own reflection, diamond frost the mirror
diamonds as cold as ice, frost bite like winter
floss fitters, three quarter four length chinchillas
you wish you knew the way, the kid’ll quiet dough is a mystery
n-gg-z bread stack longer than american history
now peep the way we runnin’ through y’all, it’s funny
f-ck around get you murked with my ‘woo-hah’ money
lay you down in the dirt, let me school y’all dummies
hit the town with the work like crack heads, they love me
sh-t to call my cake disrespectful, b-tch, holla
a lot of acres with a pet alligator named dollar
bust it, y’all n-gg-z know that i’m the most, so just stop it
i cop cribs and stash cake and keepin’ money in wallets
n-gg-z money smaller than a bar of whatchamacallits
money hungry like sudan, when my paper stay brolic, listen
hey, i’m o.d.b., let me know where’s your money
it’s a busta bust now, n-gg-, let me know where’s your money
next time you see me, let me know where’s your money
‘fore i stick ya -ss up, n-gg-, let me know where’s your money
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