Where My Fuckin Money Lyrics & Tabs by Busta Rhymes
Where My Fuckin Money
guitar chords lyrics
Motherfucker
Where, where's my fucking money
Money, money
Bitch, where's my fucking money
Ayo Green
I feel like I'm turning green too
From Bill Bixby 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
Wait a minute
Came to get it
Ranger fitted
Whenever it come to paper
Came to 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
Icy 'til I make it frigid
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
Bitch I be the crew of bill collectors
Pay them all a visit
After cleaning bank accounts
You questioned if I gave a shit
If not I tell the truth so you could tell them that the player did it
It's okay
I say a prayer
It's the mayor
Bititch slayer giving you another layer of the data tritick
Bust Rhymes
Hitting you with punchlines
Funny how I fuck dimes
Bitch, you know I want mine
Where's my fucking money
I ain't speaking foreign
You know what I'm saying
Better have my bread
Nigger, I ain't playing
Bitch, where's my fucking money
Mark every word
Spoken reddish so your pussy
If you think I'm joking
Motherfucker
Where's my fucking 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's my fucking money
Critical
It's pitiful
I'm cynical
How I deliver lyricals and take these other niggers' paper
Topsy-turvy controversy
I'm so thirsty
Got no mercy
For some of these bitches
I collect my money now and later
Keep it moving with the clique
While making bitches hit the strip
Cake up everyday
I wake
I rate the way my money flip
I want what's mine
Borderline
Call it crime
All the shine
I'm taking it
Ain't no mistaking it
Nigger, 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 your money
I extended my line of credit
The medic
Doctor Ryhmes that put you on a diuretic
Shrinking up a nigger's pockets
Simple niggers' style pathetic
Bust Rhymes, hitting you with punchlines
Funny how I fuck dimes
Bitch, you know I want mine
Where's my fucking money
I ain't speaking foreign
You know what I'm saying
Better have my bread
Nigger, I ain't playing
Bitch, where's my fucking money
Mark every word
Spoken reddish so your pussy
If you think I'm joking
Motherfucker
Where's my fucking 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's my fucking money
