Where My Money (I Need That)-Rick Ross

歌手 : Rick Ross

专辑 : Port Of Miami

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:31

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TXT Where My Money (I Need That)-Rick Ross 文本歌词

Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash

Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)

Where my money?

Never try me like a thug

If you do you betta duck

Ima hit em' in his body,

Somebody patching you up

Ima bust a ni**a head,

Somebody wrapping you up

When I ask you for ma sh*t,

Ni**a am i asking too much?

Ridin' dirty in ma Seven deuce

Its dirty, you can tell tha truth

I'm dirtier than a reverend

Fighting internal revenue

Ima get mine,

You can call me Uncle Sam

Used ya for your services,

And i don't give a damn

Slap bush with ma stash

All these taxes and this cash

Got these b**ches sellin a**

Homicide for tha cash

Ridin around gunnin mass

Summertime son of sam

Triple C gon gun you down

Twenty birds on this surb

Posted up on tha curb

Got a lotta pistol game

So we at ya A-Day

If you owe me a dime

Boy you better give me mine

Cuz i'm pullin ma nine

With one thing thats on ma mind

Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash

Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)

Where my money?

Still waitin on tha call

Homie supposed to be my dawg

It done been more then a week

He caught himself runnin off

Yea he bought two, two

But I fronted anotha three, three

But ima get him marked off

fo no less than a quarter key

Yea I broke him off,

Now I gotta break him off

He think he using his head,

I gotta take it off

Therefore i'm loosing his head

And then i'm taking off

Mashing in the grand national

Won't break it off

Lemme break it down

I see fifty off a chicken

Everytime I break it down

Bad little B**ches shake it

when they break it down

Lemme break it down

I Broke it down,

To tha smallest slab

Cuz i'm so fat

I got the fiends callin cabs

I'm out here for my stacks

From the side of the bridge,

You gotta cross the tracks

Dade county D Boyz at yo front door

Three in tha mornin and ya know what dey knockin fo'

Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash

Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)

Where my money?

I'm like a professor,

I weigh and i measure

Triple beam on tha dresser

Couldn't be fresher

Cookin's my pleasure

Cookies my treasure

Hustle couldn't be better

Muscle you couldn't measure

Niggas feelin tha pressure

Pressure they bust pipes

I'm cool with your b**ch

Your b**ch f**k nice

(See I need that)

Fly hoes on my team

(See I need that)

My hoes will gimmie anything

Grinding back in Savana

Climbing back through Atlanta

Shoot the makin, See what shakin

My sh*t white as Miss Vanna

Its Rick Ross

Rolls-Royce when I floss

Ima big boss

And I neva took a loss

(See I need that)

I might of took a loss

But it wasnt like that (Ross)

So I'm back on my grizzle

Got the streets on sizzle

Its Ricky Rizzle

The rich nizzle

Tha rich nizzle

Now b**ch

Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash

Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)