Luyện nghe bài hát Wheres Your Money

Yo, all my bitches make money
Throw ya motherfuckin' in the air
'Cuz it's all about the
Money rules the
I take over all pussy money

All cars get over 'cuz of money, baby
All businesses, baby, all about the money
To all my niggaz that shots for money, right now
Bust shots, shots for the money, now

your money?
Where's money?
Where's your
Throw ya hands in the air
Where's your

The Brooklyn borough king, bitch to me is everything
Sent me to Jersey, off the parascene
Or Pitstop
You can't the picture or record this hip hop

My owl's are crust up the ziplock
Dime pieces in high heels and flops
Real with the Zenty's wristwatch
Outside of clubs is up in gridlock

bouncers the size of sasquatch
Plus whips that make your eyes pop
Hot burns burn faster than matches
Dirt is out to catch Vicks

B-boys on the back on some rap
Fake industry heads sweatin' in the list
I'm on the spot with a of fresh Cris
Lay up on the table, arm around the chick
It's all about the

Hey, I'm O.D.B., let me know your money
time you see me, let me know where's your money
Baby, I just got home, let me know where's your
We got to feed these kids, baby, let me where's your money

In a fly tailor made shit, cookin' a
Got the Phantom parked crooked out in the
Rowin', gun totin', Sonny Chiba niggaz we
Caymen Island style, suckin' on Cohiba

The way we cake, you know I know it's makin' you sick
Watch dough with from other countries and shit
Now let me you why we walk with a swagger
Money flowin', spendin' like it don't even matter

Money do a lotta shit, money make me more
But money take a life, put a price on they head
Think you nicer than the dreads, snitches with the Feds
it cool, while I put all of the hype on the bed

Bitch, ever my cake got a little bigger
with JP Morgan, Merryl Lynch and them niggaz
Fuck it, it what you wanna call it, nigga, we sinners
my money at ten thousand 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 where's your money
You can give me all your money, let me know your money
When it's the first of the month,
Let me where's your money

For the carat D next to my middle finger
When I see my own reflection, frost the mirror
Diamonds as cold as ice, frost like winter
Floss fitters, three quarter four chinchillas

You wish you knew the way, the kid'll quiet is a mystery
Niggaz bread stack than American History
Now peep the way we runnin' through y'all, funny
Fuck get you murked with my 'Woo-Hah' money

Lay you down in the dirt, let me school dummies
Hit the town with the work like crack heads, love me
Shit to call my cake disrespectful, bitch,
A lot of acres with a pet alligator named

Bust it, niggaz know that I'm the most, so just stop it
I cop cribs and stash cake and keepin' money in
Niggaz money than a bar of Whatchamacallits
Money hungry like Sudan, when my paper stay brolic,

Hey, I'm O.D.B., let me know where's your
It's a Busta Bust now, nigga, let me know where's money
Next time you see me, let me where's your money
'Fore I stick ya ass up, nigga, let me know where's money