Текст песни Where My Money At - Caliber

Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Don't let me catch you in the streets
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
You know I got mouths to feed
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
You fuckin' with a L.A. G
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Now I gotta bust my heat

Deals being made, all I see is getting paid
All you suckas getting played
You don't fuck, I got a tribe to feed
Keep your damn change, keep your Mercedes
But watch out around us, I gotta feed babies
I'm just saying, but know that I ain't playing
To survive in this bitch is what we all craving
Repping L.A., that's all day
Bye Chrisone, M.O.K
Talk your shit, come show me
When we ride, it's all slowly

You got my money, punk
Don't let me have to dump
You owe me your credit
Don't have me throw you in the trunk
And leave you far away
Why you acting gay?
You crying like a bitch, I'm through with your begging ways
No one alive to know my 16s, two stacks of notes
And none can see me cause I act now, fuck a joke
I'll let that pistol smoke, I got the cali dope
So those who want it, bring the dough or you gotta go

Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Don't let me catch you in the streets
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
You know I got mouths to feed
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
You fuckin' with a L.A. G
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Now I gotta bust my heat

Working my way to the top as I start from scratch
So get the fuck out my way cause I ain't playing no games
Do whatever I can just to maintain
Now understand what I say cause I say what I mean
Lord knows I try but I'm ready to ride
I gotta get this paper for me to survive
Money over bitches till the day I die
It's a known fact that I'm a overreact

Dreams being crushed, ambulances in a rush
Motherfuckers getting hushed, homeboy, that's an everyday thang
I ain't here to boast, I'm just here to toast
To all my hustlers in the struggle trying to make the most
In the midst of the bullets that you gotta duck
It stays hot like the M1 out the trunk
Raising the stakes, money to make
All that you see, all for the take
Watch for the cops, they stay awake
Aim for the top and brush the hate

Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Don't let me catch you in the streets
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
You know I got mouths to feed
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
You fuckin' with a L.A. G
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Where my money at?
Now I gotta bust my heat

Motherfuckers
Trying to get that money, baby
You know what it is
It's just a struggle out here
And you know what?
Ain't nothing gonna stop this motherfucking train, man
Caliber
M1
Sound 5
Yeah
Takes money, man
Trying to get it