Where’s My Money [Explicit] - DJ Green Lantern

Where's My Money (Explicit) (《侠盗猎车手4：自由城入侵》游戏插曲) - DJ Green Lantern/Busta Rhymes
Written by：Trevor Smith/James D. Agostino
My f**ker
Whe where my f**king money
Ha money
Ha money
B**ch where my f**king money
Aye yo green
I feel like I'm turning green too
B**ch where my f**king money
From bill b**ch be to some incredible hulk sh*t
Where my f**king money
I don't even know why you gimme sh*t like this to speak to
B**ch where my f**king money
I'm sure we speak the same language
F**k you b**ches pay me
Wait a minute came to get it ranger fitted
Whenever re come the paper
Better know I major with it
Make it rain a major blizzard
Another alligator lizard
I tell a day go racing any challenge and major with it
Even if on a slightest you take a smidgen
Or dare touch my revenue
I slice you with a razor critic
Icy till I make it frigid
Burr the laws of physics
Since it getting cold
My money taller than a hall of midgets
I get them all up and kicking down the door
Who is it
B**ch a be the cool bill collectors
Pay them all a visit
After cleaning the bank accounts
You question if I gave a sh*t
Not the truth
So you can tell that the player did it
Heya it's okay to say your prayer
Against the mayor bid it
Slayer giving you another layer
Other day to trade in
Busta rhymes hitting you with punch lines
Funny how I f**ked now
B**ch you know I worked mine
Where my f**king money
I ain't soeaking for
You know what I'm saying
Better hammer brad ni**a
I ain't playing
B**ch where my f**king money
More can be words spoken about your p**sy
If you think I'm joking
Where my f**king money
Think I still ain't crazy if I cut my dread
And if you show cake on side of your head
B**ch where my f**king money
Ha money ha money ha money
Ha money ha money ha money
B**ch where my f**king money
Critical it's pinochle I'm cynical
How I deliver lyrical
And take these off a *s paper
Consyturf controversy
I'm so thirsty got no mercy
For some of these b**ches
I collect my money now and later
Keep it moving with the clip
I make b**ches hit the strip
Cake up everyday
I let my money flip
I wanna slime borderline
Call a crime
I ain't mistaking ni**a
Yours is fine
No need to second guess it
Check it gloss and grind
Gritty in the floss
The profit in the loss all to tryph
Because I profit from your losses
You don't want it you should get it
In the hood with your money
Extending my line of credit
To the medic
Doctors put you on a diuretic
Shrinking up a ni**a pocket
Simple ni**a style pathetic
Busta rhymes hitting you with punch lines
Funny how I f**ked dime
B**ch you know I walked mine
Where my f**king money
I ain't speaking for
You know what I'm saying
Better hammer bred ni**a
I ain't playing
Whe where my f**king money
More can be words spoken about your p**sy
If you think I'm joking
My f**king Where my f**king money
Think I still ain't crazy if I cut my dread
And if you show cake on side of my head
B**ch where my f**king money
Ha money ha money ha money
Ha money ha money ha money
B**ch where my f**king money