09-ODB - Where's Your Money (Feat. Busta Rhymes)-Remember Dirty | Текст песни

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• Where's Your Money (Feat. Busta Rhymes)-Remember Dirty

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

Yo.. all my bitches that make money

Throw ya motherf**kin' hands in the air (Suuuu!)

'cause it's all about the money

(Yo, yo, all my, all my, all my homies

Let me hear you go suuuuuuuu!) Money rules the world

I take over all pussy with money

(All my girls making money, out there)

All cars get tooken over 'cause of money, baby

(Let me hear y'all go suuuuuuu!)

All businesses, baby, it's all about the money

To all my niggaz that bustin' shots for money, right now

Bust shots (suuuuu!) bust shots for the money, now

"Where's your money?" (suuuuuuu!)

"Where's your money?" (about the money)

"Where's your money?" (it's all about the money)

Throw ya motherf**kin' hands in the air! "Where's your money?"

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

The Brooklyn borough king, you bitch to me is everything

Sent me to Jersey, trapped off the parascene, or Penelope Pitstop

You can't duplicate the picture, or record this hip hop!

My owl's are tryna crust up the ziplock

Dime pieces in high heels and flip flops

Real playas, with the Zenty's wristwatch

Outside of clubs, is backed up in gridlock

Three bouncers the size of sasquatch

Plus whips that will make your eyes pop

Hot burns that burn faster than matchesticks

Dirt is only out to catch vicks

B-boys on the back on some rap shit

Fake industry heads sweating in the guest list

I'm on the spot with a bottle of fresh Cryst'

Lay up on the table, arm around the best chick

It's all about the money

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

Hey, I'm O.D.B., let me know "Where's your money?"

Next time you see me, let me know "Where's your money?"

Baby, I just got home, let me know "Where's your money?"

We got to feed these kids, baby, let me know "Where's your money?"

[Busta Rhymes]

In a fly tailor made shit, cooking a blunt

Got the Phantom, parked, crooked out in the front

Rowing, gun toting, Sonny Chiba niggaz we large

Caymen Island style, sucking on cohiba cigars

The way we stack cake, you know I know it's making you sick

Watch dough with diplomats from other countries and shit

Heh, now let me show you why we walk with a swagger

Money over flowing, spending like it don't even matter

Money do a lotta shit, money make me more bread

But money take a nigga life, put a price on they head

Think you nicer than the dreads, niggaz fight with the feds

Keep it cool, while I put all of the hype on the bed

Bitch, ever since my cake got a little bigger

F**k a JP Morgan, Merryl Lynch and them niggaz

F**k it, call it what you wanna call it, nigga, we sinners

Throw my money at ten thousand dollar tables for dinners, now

[Busta Rhymes]

It's a Busta Bust now, nigga, let me know "Where's your money?"

Everytime you see me, let me know "Where's your money?"

You can give me all your money, let me know "Where's your money?"

When it's the first of the month, nigga, let me know "Where's your money?"

[Busta Rhymes]

Forty carat D class, next to my middle finger

When I see my own reflection, diamond frost the mirror

Diamonds as cold as ice, frost bite like winter

Floss fitters, three quarter four length chinchillas

You wish you knew the way, the kid'll quiet dough is a mystery

Niggaz bread'll stack longer than American History

Heh, now peep the way we runnin' through y'all, it's funny

F**k around get you murked with my "Woo-Hah!" money

Lay you down in the dirt, let me

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