Yo, all my bitches that money ya motherfuckin' hands in the air 'Cuz it's all the money Money the world I over all pussy with money
All cars get tooken over 'cuz of money, All businesses, baby, it's all about the To all my niggaz that bustin' for money, right now shots, bust shots for the money, now
Where's money? your money? Where's your Throw ya hands in the air Where's your
The Brooklyn king, your bitch to me is everything Sent me to Jersey, trapped off the Or Penelope You can't duplicate the picture or record hip hop
My owl's are crust up the ziplock Dime pieces in high heels and flip Real playas with the wristwatch Outside of clubs is up in gridlock
Three the size of sasquatch whips that will make your eyes pop Hot burns that burn faster matches is only out to catch Vicks
B-boys on the on some rap shit Fake industry sweatin' in the guest list I'm on the spot with a bottle of fresh Lay up on the table, arm around the best It's all the money
Hey, I'm O.D.B., let me where's your money Next time you see me, let me know your money Baby, I just got home, let me know where's your We got to these kids, baby, let me know where's your money
In a fly made shit, cookin' a blunt Got the Phantom crooked out in the front Rowin', gun totin', Sonny Chiba niggaz we Caymen Island style, on Cohiba cigars
The way we stack cake, you know I know makin' you sick dough with diplomats from other countries and shit Now let me show you why we walk with a Money over flowin', spendin' like it even matter
Money do a lotta shit, money make me more But money take a nigga life, put a on they head Think you nicer than the dreads, fight with the Feds Keep it cool, I put all of the hype on the bed
Bitch, since my cake got a little bigger Fuck with JP Morgan, Merryl and them niggaz Fuck it, call it what you wanna it, nigga, we sinners Throw my money at ten dollar tables for dinners
Now it's a Busta Bus, now, nigga, let me know where's your Every time you see me, let me know where's your You can me all your money, let me know where's your money it's the first of the month, nigga Let me know your money
For the carat D class to my middle finger When I see my own reflection, frost the mirror Diamonds as cold as ice, frost bite winter fitters, three quarter four length chinchillas
You wish you knew the way, the kid'll quiet is a mystery Niggaz bread longer than American History Now peep the way we runnin' through y'all, funny Fuck around get you murked with my money
Lay you in the dirt, let me school y'all dummies Hit the town with the like crack heads, they love me Shit to call my cake disrespectful, bitch, A lot of acres with a pet named Dollar
Bust it, y'all niggaz know that I'm the most, so stop it I cop cribs and cake and keepin' money in wallets Niggaz money smaller a bar of Whatchamacallits Money hungry like Sudan, my paper stay brolic, listen
Hey, I'm O.D.B., let me know your money It's a Busta Bust now, nigga, let me know where's your Next time you see me, let me know your money 'Fore I stick ya ass up, nigga, let me where's your money