Luyện nghe bài hát Wheres Your Money

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

All cars get over 'cuz of money, baby
All businesses, baby, it's all the money
To all my niggaz bustin' shots for money, right now
shots, bust shots for the money, now

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

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

My owl's are tryna crust up the
Dime in high heels and flip flops
Real with the Zenty's wristwatch
Outside of is backed up in gridlock

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

on the back on some rap shit
Fake industry heads sweatin' in the guest
I'm on the spot with a bottle of Cris
Lay up on the table, arm the best 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 where's your money
Baby, I just got home, let me know where's money
We got to feed these kids, baby, let me know where's your

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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