Wheres Your Money Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

Yo, all my bitches that make money 

Throw ya motherfuckin' hands in the air 

'Cuz it's all about the money 

Money rules the world 

I take over all pussy with money 

All cars get tooken over 'cuz of money, baby 

All businesses, baby, it's all about the money 

To all my niggaz that bustin' shots for money, right now 

Bust shots, bust shots for the money, now 

Where's your money? 

Where's your money? 

Where's your money? 

Throw ya motherfuckin' hands in the air 

Where's your money? 

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The Brooklyn borough king, your bitch to me is everything 

Sent me to Jersey, trapped off the parascene 

Or Penelope Pitstop 

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

My owl's are tryna crust up the ziplock 

Dime pieces in high heels and flip flops 

Real playas with the Zenty's wristwatch 

Outside of 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 

Dirt is 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 

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Hey, I'm O.D.B., 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 

Rowin', gun totin', Sonny Chiba niggaz 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 over flowin', spendin' like it don't even matter 

Money do a lotta shit, money make me more bread 

But money take a nigga 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 niggaz 

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

Throw my money at ten thousand dollar tables for dinners 

Now it's a Busta Bus, now, nigga, 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, nigga 

Let me know where's your money 

For the carat D class next to my middle finger 

When I see my own reflection, diamond frost the mirror 

Diamonds as cold as ice, frost bite like winter 

Floss fitters, three quarter four length chinchillas 

You wish you knew the way, the kid'll quiet dough is a mystery 

Niggaz bread stack longer than American History 

Now peep the way we runnin' through y'all, it's funny 

Fuck around get you murked with my 'Woo-Hah' 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, y'all niggaz know that I'm the most, so just stop it 

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

Niggaz money smaller than a bar of Whatchamacallits 

Money hungry like Sudan, when my paper stay brolic, listen 

Hey, I'm O.D.B., let me know where's your money 

It's a Busta Bust now, nigga, let me know where's your money 

Next time you see me, let me know where's your money 

'Fore I stick ya ass up, nigga, let me know where's your money