Where My Money At

[Hook:]

I've been fucking with this game for a long time and I'm impatient

I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year

[Verse:]

For starters, I'm all about the bread

I ain't no artist, I'm a target, I'm like the landlord

Hip hop's currently fallen down the stairs

Your rents due, muthafucka!

Now who gives a fuck about the bars the hardest?

When the djs think they're bigger stars than the artists

Riding around in Ferraris doing more A & Ring than the A & R's

Hip-hop is like the fbi in drag: read, a dying diva

It makes no sense, it's ironic how I can straighten you

Even though I stay so bent

I'm about getting ins, everytime my money's on hip hop

That's every time the house nigga wins

Flooding the drought, loving the club, Crip/Blood gun talk

Ladies and gentlemen: hip hop in one bar

[Hook:]

I've been fucking with this game for a long time and I'm impatient

I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year

Where my money at?

[Verse 2:]

I put a ceast and desist on this industry shit

Me making a friend means I just make an enemy quick

When niggas think they finna be big, their images switch

They go from getting beat by a nigga to sweet to a cinnamon whip

They acting like they got the Vanna White in Wheel of Fortune

But actually they spilling the script

I tell her dj to play mines, so we gon' spray ya

And that's on every mc's mind, they just don't say it

I play in spots, my brain lies and the top is on fire

How you gonna say Nickle Nine ain't rising

Rappers no longer have to be on the block lying

You get your ass whooped on the net, you a pop icon

I spazz like I got the white rhyme

I flash like a icon

I call my motherfuckin man my money, so money stand out

While I got my motherfuckin hand out

[Hook:]