Where My Money At

[Chorus:] [x8] All I wanna know where my money at [Verse 1:] Yeah, got rid of my last bitch, now I’m sucker free She got to pay me for the penis, I don’t fuck for free Handle me like I’m fragile, woman stop touching me You just a slim jim, you wouldn’t even lunge for me The same nigga everybody say would never shine Like he'll do it every nine and it’s all the time You got a problem with me, nigga you better fall in line You got so much bigness, then why the fuck you all up in mine Push a button, then am rolling, I don’t need a key I want this and though it’s bad, I don’t even need to see defeat Bitch I'm a dog, you ain’t even much a flea to me Don’t get it twisted, Tikit Williams is OG to me [Chorus] [x8] [Verse 2:] Yeah, too much money is in my pocket, know I’m back at the bank As if they got a lot to count, am go relax at the bank Hood nigga, damn right, I pack my strap in the bag But they don't rob and chase whenever Joseph Mack in the bank Am from the wisher nigga woods, So I wish a nigga would Knock his ass out he wake up and say bitch that nigga good But non-violent, non- violent, that’s the way to be Slapping the shit out of somebody, that every day for me If you ain’t talking about my money shut the fuck up So pay me what you want me, your day, they go give you a touch up Don’t make me send them people to your momma house Five thousand, that's enough for me to take your momma “ide”..hahaha [Chorus] [x8] [Verse 3:] All eyes on me like i'm 2pac in this bitch Can’t see him looking at me, i'm busy shopping and shit Necklace look like a bunch of buggers, all the rocks in this bitch I get it cracking good, niggas get it popping and shit Look at the money, ain’t right, I ain’t getting out the car They can tell you club up, but you can get it out the park I’m a hood nigga homie, am just living like a star Yeah the noodle say Ramon but the watch say Audemar This morning I was bored as fuck, so I went and bought a car This evening i’m bored as fuck, so I think Imma start a war You bet not be in this club tipping, where my change homie Fuck throwing my money, get them bitches make it rain on me..Yeah [Chorus] [x8] [Verse 4:] Hahaha. that’s all I want to know my nigga Is where my mother fucking money at You bet not be in this mother fucking club trying to make it rain nigga Cause I’m gonna make your mother fucking face break Run me my mother fucking bread dog Real top, made me coming outside, coming out the back door Cause you know am in the front Ride down the street with your home boy Cause am looking for your car You dig? Fuck them with a whole nother bitch Cause I’m at your baby mother house nigga Every time you turn around imma right there Hand me my mother fucking money dog Beat your bitch ass up