Rick Ross - Where My Money (I Need That) - Album Version (Edited) текст песни

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 nigga head,

Somebody wrapping you up

When I ask you for ma shit,

Nigga am i asking too much?

Ridin' dirty in ma Seven deuce

Its dirty, you can tell tha truth

Im dirtier than a reverend

Fighting internal revenue

Ima get mine,

You can call me Uncle Sam

Used ya for your services,

And i dont give a damn

Slap bush with ma stash

All these taxes and this cash

Got these bitches sellin ass

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 im 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 im loosing his head

And then im taking off

Mashing in the grand national

Wont break it off

Lemme break it down

I see fifty off a chicken

Everytime I break it down

Bad little Bitches shake it

when they break it down

Lemme break it down

I Broke it down,

To tha smallest slab

Cuz im so fat

I got the fiends callin cabs

Im 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?

Im 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 bitch

Your bitch fuck 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 shit 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 Im back on my grizzle

Got the streets on sizzle

Its Ricky Rizzle

The rich nizzle

Tha rich nizzle

Now bitch

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

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

Rick Ross - Where My Money (I Need That) - Album Version (Edited)

Текст песни Where My Money (I Need That) - Album Version (Edited) - Rick Ross