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busta rhymes - where's my money lyrics

[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 p-ssy 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?

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