Where's Your Money (feat. Ol' Dirty Bastard)

Yo, all my bitches that make money

Throw yo motherfuckin' hands in the air

'Cause it's all about the money

Money rules the world

I take over all pussy with money

All cars get taken over 'cause of money, baby

All businesses baby, it's all about the money

To all my **** that bustin' shots for money right now

Bust shots, bust shots for the money now

Where's your money?

Where's your money? (It's 'bout the money)

Where's your money? (It's all about the money)

Throw your motherfuckin' hands in the air

Where's your money?

The Brooklyn borough king

Your bitch to me is everything

Sent me to Jersey, trapped off the parascene

Or Penelope Pit stop

You can't duplicate the picture or record this hip hop

My ounce are tryna crust up the ziplock

Dime pieces in high heels and flip flops

Real players with the Zenty's wristwatch

Outside the 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

Though it's only out to catch Vicks

B-boys on the back on some rap shit

Fake industry heads sweatin' in the guest list

I'm on the spot with a bottle of fresh Cris

Lay up on the table, arm around the best chick

It's all about the money

Hey I'm ODB, 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?

In a fly tailor made shit, cookin' a blunt

Got the Phantom parked crooked out in the front

Run and gun totin' Sonny Chiba ****, we large

Caymen Island style, suckin' on Cohiba cigars

The way we stack cake you know I know it's makin' you sick

Watch dough with diplomats from other countries and shit

Now let me show you why we walk with a swagger

Money overflowin' spendin' like it don't even mater

Money do a lot of shit, money make me more bread

But money take a **** life, put a price on they head

Think you nicer than the dreads

Snitches 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 with JP Morgan, Merryl Lynch and them ****

Fuck it, call it what you wanna call it ****, we sinners

Throw my money at ten thousand dollar tables for dinners

Now it's a Busta Bus now **** let me know

Where's your money?

Every time 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, ****, let me know

Where's your money?

Forty carat D class next to my middle finger

When I see my own reflection

Diamond frost the mirror

Diamonds as cold as ice, frostbite like winter

Floss fitters three quarter four length chinchillas

You wish you knew the way

The kid acquired dough, it's a mystery

**** bread stack longer than American history

Now peep the way we wanna do y'all funny

Fuck around, get you murked with my woo-ha 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, you **** know that I'm the most, so just stop it

I cop cribs and stash cake and keepin' money in wallets

**** money smaller than a bar of Whatchamacallits

Money hungry like Sudan when my paper stay brolic, listen

Hey I'm ODB, let me know

Where's your money?

It's a Busta Bust now ****, let me know

Where's your money?

Next time you see me, let me know

Where's your money?

'Fore I stick your ass up, ****, let me know

Where's your money?