where’s my money? lyrics – busta rhymes

[intro]
ayo green… i feel like i’m turnin green too!
from bill b*tch b!… to some incredible hulk sh*t!
i don’t even know why you give me sh*t like this to spit to?
i’m sure we speak the same language
f*ck you b*tches… pay me!

[verse 1]
(haa)
wait a minute… came to go get it… ranger fitted
whenever it come to paper… better know i’m major with it
make it rain a major blizzard… leather alligator lizard
i talledega race any challenger name a didgit
even if on the slightest you take a smidget
or dare touch my revenue i slice you with the razor quit it
icey till i make it frigid… (burrrr)…
the laws of physics says it’s getting cold…
my money taller than a hall of midgets
i get up all up in it
kickin down the door (who is it!?)
b*tch i be the crew of bill collectors… pay the mall a visit
after cleanin bank accounts you questioned if i gave a sh*t
if not i tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did it (heyaaa)
it’s ok i say a prayer it’s the mayor bit*tch
slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick
bust rhymes… hittin you with punch lines
funny how i f*ck dimes… b*tch you know i want mine
where my f*ckin money?!

[hook]
i ain’t speakin foreign… you know what i’m saying
better have my bread n*gg* i ain’t playin
(b*tch… where my f*cking money?)
mark every word… spoken reddish so your p*ssy
if you think i’m jokin?
(muhf*cker… where my f*ckin money?)
think i still ain’t crazy cause i cut my dread
and if you short my cake i’m off side of your head
(b*tch where my f*ckin money?)

[verse 2]
(ohhhh)
critical it’s pitifull i’m cynical
how i deliver lyricals and take these other n*gg*s paper
topsy-tervy contraversy i’m so thirsty go no mercy
for some of these b*tches… i collect my money now and later
keep it movin with the clique… while making b*tches h*t the strip
cake up everyday i wake i rate the way my money flip
i want it’s mine… borderline… call it crime… all the shine i’m takin it
ain’t no mistakin it n*gg* what’s yours is mine
no need to second guess it check i’m the gloss and grind
the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined
because i profit from your losses
you don’t want it… you should get it
in the hood with you money… i extended my line of credit
the medic… doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a n*gg* pockets
simple n*gg*z style pathetic
bust rhymes… hittin you with punch lines
funny how i f*ck dimes… b*tch you know i want mine
where my f*ckin money?!

[hook]
i ain’t speakin foreign… you know what i’m saying
better have my bread n*gg* i ain’t playin
(b*tch… where my f*cking money?)
mark every word… spoken reddish so your p*ssy
if you think i’m jokin?
(muhf*cker… where my f*ckin money?)
think i still ain’t crazy cause i cut my dread
and if you short my cake i’m off side of your head
(b*tch where my f*ckin money?)

/ busta rhymes lyrics