Luyện nghe bài hát Wheres Your Money

Yo, all my bitches make money
ya motherfuckin' hands in the air
'Cuz all about the money
Money the world
I take all pussy with money

All get tooken over 'cuz of money, baby
All businesses, baby, it's all about the
To all my niggaz that bustin' shots for money, now
Bust shots, shots for the money, now

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

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

My owl's are tryna crust up the
Dime pieces in heels and flip flops
Real playas with the wristwatch
Outside of clubs is up in gridlock

Three bouncers the size of
Plus whips that will your eyes pop
Hot burns that burn faster than
is only out to catch Vicks

B-boys on the back on rap shit
Fake industry heads sweatin' in the list
I'm on the spot a bottle of fresh Cris
Lay up on the table, arm around the best
It's all the money

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

In a fly tailor made shit, a blunt
Got the parked crooked out in the front
Rowin', gun totin', Chiba niggaz we large
Island style, suckin' on Cohiba cigars

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

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

Bitch, ever since my got a little bigger
Fuck with JP Morgan, Lynch and them niggaz
Fuck it, call it what you call it, nigga, we sinners
Throw my money at ten dollar tables for dinners

Now a Busta Bus, now, nigga, let me know where's your money
Every time you see me, let me where's your money
You can give me all your money, let me know where's your
When it's the of the month, nigga
Let me know where's your

For the carat D class next to my finger
When I see my own reflection, diamond the mirror
Diamonds as cold as ice, frost bite like
fitters, three quarter four length chinchillas

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

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

Bust it, y'all niggaz know that I'm the most, so stop it
I cop cribs and stash cake and keepin' in wallets
Niggaz money smaller than a bar of
Money hungry like Sudan, when my 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 money
time you see me, let me know where's your money
'Fore I stick ya ass up, nigga, let me where's your money