[INTRO:]
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Ayo Green... I feel like I'm turnin green too!
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From Bill bitch b!... to some incredible Hulk shit!
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I don't even know why u give me shit like this to spit to?
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I'm sure we speak the same language
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Fuck you bitches... pay me!
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[VERSE 1:]
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(HAA)
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Wait a minute... came to go get it... ranger fitted
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Whenever it come to paper... better know I'm major with it
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Make it rain a major blizzard... leather alligator lizard
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I Talledega race any challenger name a didgit
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Even if on the slightest you take a smidget or dare touch my revenue I slice you with the razor quit it
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Icey till I make it frigid... (BURRRR)...
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The laws of physics says it's getting cold... my money taller than a hall of midgets
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I get up all up in it
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Kickin down the door (Who is it!?)
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Bitch I be the crew of bill collectors... pay the mall a visit
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After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if I gave a shit if not I tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did
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It(HEYAAA)
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It's ok I say a prayer it's the mayor bititch slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick
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Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines
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From http://6lyrics.com
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Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want mine
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Where my fuckin money? !
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[HOOK:]
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I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying
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Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin
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(Bitch... where my fucking money?)
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Mark every word... spoken reddish so your pussy
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If you think I'm jokin?
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(muhfucker... where my fuckin money?)
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Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
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And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head
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(bitch where my fuckin money?)
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[VERSE 2:]
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(OHHHH)
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Critical it's pitifull I'm cynical
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How I deliver lyricals and take these other niggas paper
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Topsy-tervy contraversy I'm so thirsty go no mercy
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For some of these bitches... I collect my money now and later
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Keep it movin with the clique... while making bitches hit the strip
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Cake up everyday I wake I RATE the way my money flip
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I want it's mine... borderline... call it crime... all the shine I'm takin it
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Ain't no mistakin it nigga what's yours is mine
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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
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Because I profit from your losses
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You don't want it... you should get it
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In the hood with you money... I extended my line of credit
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The medic... doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a nigga pockets
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Simple niggaz style pathetic
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Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines
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Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want mine
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Where my fuckin money? !
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[HOOK:]
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I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying
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Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin
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(Bitch... where my fucking money?)
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Mark every word... spoken reddish so your pussy
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If you think I'm jokin?
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(Muhfucker... where my fuckin money?)
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Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread
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And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head
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(bitch where my fuckin money?)
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Where's My Money
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Busta Rhymes |