Where It At

Money been printed I just gotta get it
I just gotta find it where u keep it hidden
Where it at
Where the fucking money bitch

Out on da grind always trying to get it
I'm getting old I'm surprised that I'm livin
I did some shit that make u belive in a nigga like me I'm supposed to have millions
Feeling like Bundy I'm married with children
Sometimes I question that fucking decision
I was a kid when I had my first child
But I'll never regret it I love all my kiddies

That's why I need to get the fuckin bag
Where it at
Where it at motherfucker where it at

As I get older it only get harder
I didn't study I ain't go to Harvard
I was a hustler my momma just show me to do what it do not to get a trabajo
Maybe I figured I be the next Pablo
Flipping them bricks like a Dominicano
I got arrested while trying to get it
Now I gotta live like a fucking esclavo

That's why I need to get the fucking bag
Where it at
Motherfucker where it at

Where can find it
I need to get it to make me a profit
I gotta stash it
All of these checks imma take em and cash em

That's why I need to get the fucking bag Where it at motherfucker where it at

Money been printed



Credits
Writer(s): José Acevedo
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