Where's Your Money

Busta Rhymes

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    [Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
    Yo.. all my bitches that make money
    Throw ya motherfuckin' hands in the air (Suuuu!)
    Cuz 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 cuz 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 motherfuckin' 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 matches
    Dirt is only out to catch vicks
    See 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

    [Interlude: 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?"

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    [Busta Rhymes]
    Wu, 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
    Fuck a JP Morgan, Merryl Lynch and them niggaz
    Fuck it, call it what you wanna call it, nigga, we sinners
    Throw my money at ten thousand dollar tables for dinners, now

    [Interlude: 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]
    For the 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
    Fuck around get you murked with my "Woo-Hah!" money
    Lay you down in the dirt, let me school y'all dummies
    Hit the town with the work, like crack heads, they love me
    Shit, to call my cake disrespectful bitch, holla
    A lot of acres with a pet alligator, named Dollar
    Bust it, y'all niggaz know that I'm the most, so just stop it
    I cop cribs, and stash cake and keepin' money in wallets
    Niggaz money smaller than a bar of Whatchamacallits
    Money hungry like Sudan, when my paper stay brolic

    [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Busta Rhymes)]
    Hey, I'm O.D.B., let me know "Where's your money?"
    (It's a Busta Bust now, nigga, let me know) "Where's your money?"
    Next time you see me, let me know "Where's your money?"
    ('Fore I stick ya ass up, nigga, let me know) "Where's your money?"

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    Composición: Busta Rhymes, Bob James (Us 2) e Hill

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