Luyện nghe bài hát Wheres Your Money

Yo, all my that make money
Throw ya hands in the air
'Cuz it's all about the
rules the world
I take 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 shots for money, right now
Bust shots, bust for the money, now

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

The Brooklyn borough king, your bitch to me is
me to Jersey, trapped off the parascene
Or Pitstop
You duplicate the picture or record this hip hop

My owl's are crust up the ziplock
Dime in high heels and flip flops
Real playas with the Zenty's
of clubs is backed up in gridlock

Three bouncers the of sasquatch
Plus whips will make your eyes pop
Hot burns burn faster than matches
Dirt is only out to Vicks

B-boys on the on some rap shit
Fake industry heads in the guest list
I'm on the spot with a of fresh Cris
Lay up on the table, arm the best chick
It's all the money

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

In a fly tailor shit, cookin' a blunt
Got the Phantom parked out in the front
Rowin', gun totin', Sonny niggaz we large
Caymen Island style, suckin' on cigars

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

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

Bitch, ever since my cake got a bigger
Fuck with JP Morgan, Merryl and them niggaz
Fuck it, call it what you wanna 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 money
time you see me, let me know where's your money
You can give me all money, let me know where's your money
When it's the first of the month,
Let me where's your money

For the D class next to my middle finger
When I see my own reflection, diamond frost the
as cold as ice, frost bite like winter
Floss fitters, three quarter length chinchillas

You wish you the way, the kid'll quiet dough 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 down in the dirt, let me school y'all
Hit the town with the work like heads, they love me
Shit to call my cake disrespectful, bitch,
A lot of acres with a pet alligator Dollar

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

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