Where's My Money

                                  Ayo Green,  I feel like I'm turnin' green too!

From Bill bitch be!,  to some incredible Hulk shit!

I don't even know why you give me shit like this to spit to?

I'm sure we speak the same language

Fuck you bitches,  pay me!



(Ha)

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 slice you with the razor quit it

Icey 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

Kickin' down the door (Who is it!?)

Bitch I be the crew of bill collectors,  pay the mall a visit

After cleanin' bank accounts you questioned if 

I gave a shit if not I tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did



It (hey ya)

It's OK I say a prayer it's the mayor bitch slayer 

Givin' you another layer of the data tritick

Bust rhymes,  hittin' you with punch lines

Funny how I fuck dimes, bitch you know I want mine

Where my fuckin' money?!



I ain't speakin' foreign,  you know what I'm saying

Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin'

(Bitch,  where my fucking money?)

Mark every word,  spoken reddish so your pussy

If you think I'm jokin'

(muhfucker,  where my fuckin' 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

(bitch where my fuckin' money?)



(Oh)

Critical it's pitiful I'm cynical

How I deliver lyricals and take these other niggas paper

Topsy-tervy controversy I'm so thirsty go no mercy

For some of these bitches,  I collect my money now and later

Keep it movin' with the clique,  while making bitches 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 takin it

Ain't no mistakin' it nigga 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 rhymes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin' up a nigga pockets

Simple niggas style pathetic

Bust rhymes,  hittin' you with punch lines

Funny how I fuck dimes,  bitch you know I want mine

Where my fuckin' money?!



I ain't speakin' foreign,  you know what I'm saying

Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin'

(Bitch,  where my fucking money?)

Mark every word,  spoken reddish so your pussy

If you think I'm jokin'?

(Muhfucker,  where my fuckin' 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

(bitch where my fuckin' money?)