Where My Money
I've been fucking with this game for a long time
And I'm impatient
I'ma kill somebody
If somebody don't make me real rich this year
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 rent's due, motherfucker
Now who give 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&R-ing than the A&Rs
And half 'em niggas don't even scratch
That's like the blind leading the blind leader
Hip hop is like the FBI in the trap reading The Don Diva
It makes no sense
It's ironic how I can straighten you though I stay so bent
I'm about getting ins, every time 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
I've been fucking with this game for a long time
And I'm impatient
I'ma kill somebody
If somebody don't make me real rich this year
Where my money at?
Where my money, nigga?
Where my money at?
Where my money, nigga?
I put a cease 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 too 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 a DJ to play mines so we gon' spray ya
And that's on every MC's mind, they just don't say it
I flame spots, my brain lies at the top, it's 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 spaz like I got the right rhyme
I flash like I shot Nikon
I call my motherfucking man my money, so money stands out
While I got my motherfucking hand out
I've been fucking with this game for a long time
And I'm impatient
I'ma kill somebody
If somebody don't make me real rich this year
Where my money at?
Where my money, nigga?
Where my money at?
Where my money, nigga?
And I'm impatient
I'ma kill somebody
If somebody don't make me real rich this year
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 rent's due, motherfucker
Now who give 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&R-ing than the A&Rs
And half 'em niggas don't even scratch
That's like the blind leading the blind leader
Hip hop is like the FBI in the trap reading The Don Diva
It makes no sense
It's ironic how I can straighten you though I stay so bent
I'm about getting ins, every time 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
I've been fucking with this game for a long time
And I'm impatient
I'ma kill somebody
If somebody don't make me real rich this year
Where my money at?
Where my money, nigga?
Where my money at?
Where my money, nigga?
I put a cease 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 too 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 a DJ to play mines so we gon' spray ya
And that's on every MC's mind, they just don't say it
I flame spots, my brain lies at the top, it's 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 spaz like I got the right rhyme
I flash like I shot Nikon
I call my motherfucking man my money, so money stands out
While I got my motherfucking hand out
I've been fucking with this game for a long time
And I'm impatient
I'ma kill somebody
If somebody don't make me real rich this year
Where my money at?
Where my money, nigga?
Where my money at?
Where my money, nigga?
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Writer(s): Ryan D. Montgomery, Dominick J. Lamb
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