[Ol Dirty Bastard]
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Yo.. all my bitches that make money
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Throw ya motherfuckin' hands in the air (Suuuu!)
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Cuz it's all about the money
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(Yo, yo, all my, all my, all my homies
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Let me hear you go suuuuuuuu!) Money rules the world
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I take over all pussy with money
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(All my girls making money, out there)
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All cars get tooken over cuz of money, baby
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(Let me hear y'all go suuuuuuu!)
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All businesses, baby, it's all about the money
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To all my niggaz that bustin' shots for money, right now
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Bust shots (suuuuu!) bust shots for the money, now
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"Where's your money?" (suuuuuuu!)
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"Where's your money?" (about the money)
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"Where's your money?" (it's all about the money)
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Throw ya motherfuckin' hands in the air! "Where's your money?"
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[Ol Dirty Bastard]
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The Brooklyn borough king, you bitch to me is everything
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Sent me to Jersey, trapped off the parascene, or Penelope Pitstop
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You can't duplicate the picture, or record this hip hop!
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My owl's are tryna crust up the ziplock
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Dime pieces in high heels and flip flops
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Real playas, with the Zenty's wristwatch
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Outside of clubs, is backed up in gridlock
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Three bouncers the size of sasquatch
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Plus whips that will make your eyes pop
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Hot burns that burn faster than matchesticks
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Dirt is only out to catch vicks
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B-boys on the back on some rap shit
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Fake industry heads sweating in the guest list
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I'm on the spot with a bottle of fresh Cryst'
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Lay up on the table, arm around the best chick
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It's all about the money
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[Ol Dirty Bastard]
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Hey, I'm O.D.B., let me know "Where's your money?"
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Next time you see me, let me know "Where's your money?"
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Baby, I just got home, let me know "Where's your money?"
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We got to feed these kids, baby, let me know "Where's your money?"
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[Busta Rhymes]
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In a fly tailor made shit, cooking a blunt
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Got the Phantom, parked, crooked out in the front
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Rowing, gun toting, Sonny Chiba niggaz we large
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Caymen Island style, sucking on cohiba cigars
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The way we stack cake, you know I know it's making you sick
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Watch dough with diplomats from other countries and shit
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Heh, now let me show you why we walk with a swagger
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Money over flowing, spending like it don't even matter
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Money do a lotta shit, money make me more bread
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But money take a nigga life, put a price on they head
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Think you nicer than the dreads, niggaz fight with the feds
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Keep it cool, while I put all of the hype on the bed
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Bitch, ever since my cake got a little bigger
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Fuck a JP Morgan, Merryl Lynch and them niggaz
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Fuck it, call it what you wanna call it, nigga, we sinners
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Throw my money at ten thousand dollar tables for dinners, now
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[Busta Rhymes]
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It's a Busta Bust now, nigga, let me know "Where's your money?"
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Everytime you see me, let me know "Where's your money?"
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You can give me all your money, let me know "Where's your money?"
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When it's the first of the month, nigga, let me know "Where's your money?"
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Forty carat D class, next to my middle finger
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When I see my own reflection, diamond frost the mirror
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Diamonds as cold as ice, frost bite like winter
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Floss fitters, three quarter four length chinchillas
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You wish you knew the way, the kid'll quiet dough is a mystery
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Niggaz bread'll stack longer than American History
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Heh, now peep the way we runnin' through y'all, it's funny
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Fuck around get you murked with my "Woo-Hah!" money
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Lay you down in the dirt, let me school y'all dummies
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Hit the town with the work, like crack heads, they love me
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Shit, to call my cake disrespectful bitch, holla
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A lot of acres with a pet alligator, named Dollar
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Bust it, y'all niggaz know that I'm the most, so just stop it
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I cop cribs, and stash cake and keepin' money in wallets
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Niggaz money smaller than a bar of Whatchamacallits
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Money hungry like Sudan, when my paper stay brolic
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Hey, I'm O.D.B., let me know "Where's your money?"
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(It's a Busta Bust now, nigga, let me know |