Luyện nghe bài hát Wheres Your Money

Yo, all my bitches that make
Throw ya hands in the air
it's all about the money
Money the world
I take over all pussy with

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

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

The Brooklyn borough king, your bitch to me is
Sent me to Jersey, off the parascene
Or Penelope
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 the Zenty's wristwatch
of clubs is backed up in gridlock

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

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

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

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, suckin' on cigars

The way we stack cake, you know I it's makin' you sick
Watch dough with diplomats from countries and shit
Now let me you why we walk with a swagger
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 price on head
Think you nicer the dreads, snitches fight with the Feds
it cool, while I put all of the hype on the bed

Bitch, since my cake got a little bigger
Fuck with JP Morgan, Merryl Lynch and them
Fuck it, call it what you wanna call it, nigga, we
Throw my at ten thousand dollar tables for dinners

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

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

You wish you knew the way, the kid'll dough is a mystery
Niggaz bread stack longer than History
Now peep the way we through y'all, it's funny
Fuck around get you murked with my 'Woo-Hah'

Lay you in the dirt, let me school y'all dummies
Hit the town with the work like crack heads, they me
to call my cake disrespectful, bitch, holla
A lot of acres with a pet named Dollar

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

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