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  • 作曲 : Harr, Jackson, Roberts
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blastWhere my money?
    Never try me like a thug, if you do you betta duck
    I'ma hit 'em in his body, somebody patchin' you up
    I'ma bust a ***** head, somebody wrappin' you up
    When I ask you for ma s*it, ***** am
    I askin' too much?
    Ridin' dirty in ma
    Seven deuce
    It's dirty, you can tell tha truth
    I'm dirtier than a reverend fighting
    Internal Revenue
    I'ma get mine, you can call me
    Uncle SamUsed ya for your services and
    I don't give a damn
    Slap Bush with ma stash, all these taxes and this cash
    Got these ******* got this sellin' hash homicide for tha cash
    Homicide for tha cash, ridin' around gunnin' mass
    Summertime, son of
    Sam, Triple
    C gon' gun you down
    Twenty birds on this surb, posted up on tha curb
    Got a lotta pistol game, so we at ya
    A-DayIf you owe me a dime, boy, you better give me mine'
    Cuz I'm pullin' ma nine with one thing that's on ma mind
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blastWhere my money?
    Still waitin' on tha call, homie 'posed to be my dawg
    It done been more then a week, he caught himself runnin' off
    Yeah, he bought two but
    I fronted anotha three
    But I'ma get him marked off fo' less than a quarter key
    Yeah, I broke him off, now
    I gotta break him off
    He think he usin' his head,
    I gotta take it off
    Therefore
    I losin' his head and then
    I'm takin' off
    Mas*in' in the
    Grand National, won't break it off
    Lemme break it down,
    I see fifty off a chicken
    Every time
    I break it down, bad little ******* shake it
    When they break it down, lemme break it down
    I broke it down to tha smallest slab
    Cut 'em so fat,
    I got the fiends callin' cabs
    I'm out here for my stacks,
    I'm out here for my stacks
    From the side of the bridge, you gotta cross the tracks
    Dade County
    D Boyz at yo' front door
    Three in tha mornin' and ya know what we knockin' fo'
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blastWhere my money?
    I'm like a professor,
    I weigh and
    I measureTriple beam on tha dresser, couldn't be fresher
    Cookin's my pleasure, cookies my treasure
    Hustle couldn't be better, muscle you couldn't measure
    ****** feelin' tha pressure, pressure, they bust pipes
    I'm cool with your *****, your ***** **** nice
    See I need that, fly hoes on my
    CSee I need that, my hoes will gimme anythin'
    Grindin' back in
    Savannah, climbin' back through
    AtlantaShoot the makin', see what shakin'
    My s*it white as
    Miss Vanna
    It's Rick
    Ross, Rolls
    Royce when
    I flossI'ma big boss and
    I neva took a loss
    See I need that, see
    I need that
    I might of took a loss but it wasn't like that
    So I'm back on my grizzle, got the streets on sizzle
    It's Ricky
    Rizzle, the rich nizzle, tha rich nizzle, now *****
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blastWhere my money?
  • 作曲 : Harr, Jackson, Roberts
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blastWhere my money?
    Never try me like a thug, if you do you betta duck
    I'ma hit 'em in his body, somebody patchin' you up
    I'ma bust a ***** head, somebody wrappin' you up
    When I ask you for ma s*it, ***** am
    I askin' too much?
    Ridin' dirty in ma
    Seven deuce
    It's dirty, you can tell tha truth
    I'm dirtier than a reverend fighting
    Internal Revenue
    I'ma get mine, you can call me
    Uncle SamUsed ya for your services and
    I don't give a damn
    Slap Bush with ma stash, all these taxes and this cash
    Got these ******* got this sellin' hash homicide for tha cash
    Homicide for tha cash, ridin' around gunnin' mass
    Summertime, son of
    Sam, Triple
    C gon' gun you down
    Twenty birds on this surb, posted up on tha curb
    Got a lotta pistol game, so we at ya
    A-DayIf you owe me a dime, boy, you better give me mine'
    Cuz I'm pullin' ma nine with one thing that's on ma mind
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blastWhere my money?
    Still waitin' on tha call, homie 'posed to be my dawg
    It done been more then a week, he caught himself runnin' off
    Yeah, he bought two but
    I fronted anotha three
    But I'ma get him marked off fo' less than a quarter key
    Yeah, I broke him off, now
    I gotta break him off
    He think he usin' his head,
    I gotta take it off
    Therefore
    I losin' his head and then
    I'm takin' off
    Mas*in' in the
    Grand National, won't break it off
    Lemme break it down,
    I see fifty off a chicken
    Every time
    I break it down, bad little ******* shake it
    When they break it down, lemme break it down
    I broke it down to tha smallest slab
    Cut 'em so fat,
    I got the fiends callin' cabs
    I'm out here for my stacks,
    I'm out here for my stacks
    From the side of the bridge, you gotta cross the tracks
    Dade County
    D Boyz at yo' front door
    Three in tha mornin' and ya know what we knockin' fo'
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blastWhere my money?
    I'm like a professor,
    I weigh and
    I measureTriple beam on tha dresser, couldn't be fresher
    Cookin's my pleasure, cookies my treasure
    Hustle couldn't be better, muscle you couldn't measure
    ****** feelin' tha pressure, pressure, they bust pipes
    I'm cool with your *****, your ***** **** nice
    See I need that, fly hoes on my
    CSee I need that, my hoes will gimme anythin'
    Grindin' back in
    Savannah, climbin' back through
    AtlantaShoot the makin', see what shakin'
    My s*it white as
    Miss Vanna
    It's Rick
    Ross, Rolls
    Royce when
    I flossI'ma big boss and
    I neva took a loss
    See I need that, see
    I need that
    I might of took a loss but it wasn't like that
    So I'm back on my grizzle, got the streets on sizzle
    It's Ricky
    Rizzle, the rich nizzle, tha rich nizzle, now *****
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    I need, I need,
    I need cash
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blast, bro
    Where my money?
    You don't wanna be the one
    I blastWhere my money?