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 niggas 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 the brooklyn borough king you 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 see boys on the back on some rap shit fake industry heads sweating in the guest list i m on the spot with a bottle of fresh cryst lay up on the table arm around the best chick it s all about the money 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 suit cooking a blunt got the phantom parked crooked out in the front rowing gun toting sonny chiba niggas we large caymen island style sucking on cohiba cigars the way we stack cake you know i know it s making you sick watch dough with diplomats from other countries and shit heh now let me show you why we walk with a swagger money over flowing spending 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 niggas 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 a jp morgan merryl lynch and them niggas 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 bust now nigga let me know where s your money everytime 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 niggas bread ll stack longer than american history heh 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 niggas know that i m the most so just stop it i cop cribs and stash cake and keepin money in wallets niggas money smaller than a bar of whatchamacallits money hungry like sudan when my paper stay brolic hey i m o d b let me know where s your money where s your money next time you see me let me know where s your money where s your money 1