Where My Money (I Need That)

[Hook: Rick Ross] Ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash Nigga Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash Where, Where, Where, Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash Nigga Where, Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash Where, Where, Where, Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross) Where, where, where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross) Where, where, where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross) Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross) [First Verse] Never try me like a thug If you do you betta duck I'mma hit him in his body somebody patching him up I'mma bust a nigga head somebody wrapping him up When I ask you for my shit nigga am I askin too much? Ridin dirty in my seven duece Its dirty you can tell the truth I'm dirtier than a reverend fighting Internal Revenue I'mma get mine you can call me uncle Sam Use you for your services than I don't give a damn Slap Bush with my cash, all these taxes and his gas Got these bitches sellin ass, homicide for the cash Homicide for tha cash ride around gunnin mass Summer time Son of Sam Triple C's gon gun you down Twenty birds I'mma serve posted up on this curb Got alot of pistol game so we at cha everyday If you owe me a dime boy you betta give me mine Cause I'm pullin my nine wit one thing thats on my mind [Hook] [Sencond Verse] Still waitin on the call homie pose to be my dawg It done been more than a week he caught himself runnin off Yea he bought two, (two) but I fronted anotha three (three) But I'mma get him marked off for no less than a quarter key Yea I broke him off now I gotta break him off (off) He think he using his head I gotta take it off (off) That boy losing his head then I'm takin off (off) Mashing in the grand national won't break it off (off) Let me break it down (down) I see Fifty off a chicken everytime I break it down (down) Bad little bitches shakin it when they break it down (down) Let me break it down I broke it down to the smallest slab (slab) Cause I'm so fat (fat)got the fiends callin cabs (cabs) I'm out here for my stacks (stacks) I'm out here for my stacks (stacks) From the side of the bridge (bridge) You gotta cRoss the tracks (tracks) Dade county D-boys at your front door (Ross) Three in the mornin and you know why they knockin for (Ross) [Hook] [Third verse] I'm like a professor I weigh and I measure Triple beam on the dresser Couldn't be fresher cookin is my pleasure cookies is my treasure Hustle couldn't be better muscle you couldn't measure Nigga's feelin the pressure pressure they bust pipes I'm cool wit your bitch your bitch fuck nice (see I need that) Fly hoes on my team (see I need that)my hoes will gimmie anything Grindin back in Savannah climbing back through Atlanta Shoot through Macon, see what’s shakin, my shit white as miss vanna It's Rick Ross Rolls-Royce when I floss (floss) I'mma big boss and I never took a loss (see I need that) (see I need that) I might of took a loss but it wasn't like that (Ross) So I'm back on my grizzle (grizzle) got the streets on sizzle (sizzle) It's Ricky Rizzle the rich nizzle the rich nizzle now bitch [Hook]