Mashin' in the Grand National, won't break it off
Summertime, son of Sam, Triple C gon' gun you down
Cut 'em so fat, I got the fiends callin' cabs
I'ma get mine, you can call me Uncle Sam
Niggas feelin' tha pressure, pressure, they bust pipes
Therefore I losin' his head and then I'm takin' off
Triple beam on tha dresser, couldn't be fresher
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast
See I need that, see I need that
So I'm back on my grizzle, got the streets on sizzle
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast, bro
Used ya for your services and I don't give a damn
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
I might of took a loss but it wasn't like that
If you owe me a dime, boy, you better give me mine
See I need that, fly hoes on my C
Twenty birds on this surb, posted up on tha curb
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast, bro
Never try me like a thug, if you do you betta duck
Shoot the makin', see what shakin'
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast, bro
Where my money?
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast, bro
I'm dirtier than a reverend fighting Internal Revenue
It's Ricky Rizzle, the rich nizzle, tha rich nizzle, now bitch
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
I broke it down to tha smallest slab
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast, bro
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Cookin's my pleasure, cookies my treasure
From the side of the bridge, you gotta cross the tracks
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast, bro
Hustle couldn't be better, muscle you couldn't measure
Every time I break it down, bad little bitches shake it
See I need that, my hoes will gimme anythin'
I'm out here for my stacks, I'm out here for my stacks
My shit white as Miss Vanna
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
When they break it down, lemme break it down
Got these bitches got this sellin' hash homicide for tha cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Got a lotta pistol game, so we at ya A-Day
Yeah, I broke him off, now I gotta break him off
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast, bro
Dade County D Boyz at yo' front door
I'm like a professor, I weigh and I measure
He think he usin' his head, I gotta take it off
Slap Bush with ma stash, all these taxes and this cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast, bro
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast, bro
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast, bro
Where my money?
I'ma bust a nigga head, somebody wrappin' you up
I'm cool with your bitch, your bitch fuck nice
It's dirty, you can tell tha truth
Lemme break it down, I see fifty off a chicken
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast, bro
Three in tha mornin' and ya know what we knockin' fo'
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Yeah, he bought two but I fronted anotha three
'Cuz I'm pullin' ma nine with one thing that's on ma mind
Where my money?
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast, bro
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
I'ma big boss and I neva took a loss
Ridin' dirty in ma Seven deuce
When I ask you for ma shit, nigga am I askin' too much?
But I'ma get him marked off fo' less than a quarter key
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
It's Rick Ross, Rolls Royce when I floss
Grindin' back in Savannah, climbin' back through Atlanta
Homicide for tha cash, ridin' around gunnin' mass
I'ma hit 'em in his body, somebody patchin' you up
Still waitin' on tha call, homie 'posed to be my dawg
It done been more then a week, he caught himself runnin' off
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast
