Where's My Money Lyrics - Back On My B.s - Busta Rhymes

[INTRO:] 

Ayo Green... I feel like I'm turnin green too! 

From Bill bitch b!... to some incredible Hulk shit! 

I don't even know why u give me shit like this to spit to? 

I'm sure we speak the same language 

Fuck you bitches... pay me! 

[VERSE 1:] 

(HAA) 

Wait a minute... came to go get it... ranger fitted 

Whenever it come to paper... better know I'm major with it 

Make it rain a major blizzard... leather alligator lizard 

I Talledega race any challenger name a didgit 

Even if on the slightest you take a smidget or dare touch my revenue I slice you with the razor quit it 

Icey till I make it frigid... (BURRRR)... 

The laws of physics says it's getting cold... my money taller than a hall of midgets 

I get up all up in it 

Kickin down the door (Who is it!?) 

Bitch I be the crew of bill collectors... pay the mall a visit 

After cleanin bank accounts you questioned if I gave a shit if not I tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did 

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It(HEYAAA) 

It's ok I say a prayer it's the mayor bititch slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick 

Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines 

Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want mine 

Where my fuckin money?! 

[HOOK:] 

I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying 

Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin 

(Bitch... where my fucking money?) 

Mark every word... spoken reddish so your pussy 

If you think I'm jokin? 

(muhfucker... where my fuckin money?) 

Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread 

And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head 

(bitch where my fuckin money?) 

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[VERSE 2:] 

(OHHHH) 

Critical it's pitifull I'm cynical 

How I deliver lyricals and take these other niggas paper 

Topsy-tervy contraversy I'm so thirsty go no mercy 

For some of these bitches... I collect my money now and later 

Keep it movin with the clique... while making bitches hit the strip 

Cake up everyday I wake I RATE the way my money flip 

I want it's mine... borderline... call it crime... all the shine I'm takin it 

Ain't no mistakin it nigga what's yours is mine 

No need to second guess it check I'm the gloss and grind the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined 

Because I profit from your losses 

You don't want it... you should get it 

In the hood with you money... I extended my line of credit 

The medic... doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a nigga pockets 

Simple niggaz style pathetic 

Bust rhymes... hittin you with punch lines 

Funny how I fuck dimes... bitch you know I want mine 

Where my fuckin money?! 

[HOOK:] 

I ain't speakin foreign... you know what I'm saying 

Better have my bread nigga I ain't playin 

(Bitch... where my fucking money?) 

Mark every word... spoken reddish so your pussy 

If you think I'm jokin? 

(Muhfucker... where my fuckin money?) 

Think I still ain't crazy cause I cut my dread 

And if you short my cake I'm off side of your head 

(bitch where my fuckin money?)