Royce Da 5'9" - Where My Money Lyrics:
[14 seconds fades-in]
[Chorus:]
I've been fuckin' with this game for a long time (long time!) - and I'm impatient!
I'm a kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year! (this year!) [rewind]
[Verse 1:]
For starters, I'm all about the bread (about the bread!)
I ain't no artist, I'm a target.
I'm like the landlord; Hip-Hop's currently fallen down the stairs
YOUR RENT'S DUE, MOTHAFUCKA! (MOTHAFUCKA!)
Now who gives a fuck about who bars the hardest
When the DJ's think they're bigger stars than the artists?
Ridin' 'round in Ferrari's doin' more A&Rin'
Than the A&R's, it happen, niggas; don't need no scratch. [acapella] [scratches]
That's like the blind leadin' the blind leader.
Hip-Hop is like the FBI in trap readin' the Don Diva.
It makes no sense, it's - I-ronic
How I can straighten you even though I stay so bent.
I'm about gettin' INS! (INS) - Everytime my money's on Hip-Hop;
That's every time the house nigga wins!
Flooding the drought, lovin' the club, Crip/Blood, gun talk;
Ladies and gentlemen! - Hip-Hop in one bar...
[Chorus:]
I've been fuckin' with this game for a long time - and I'm impatient!
I'm a kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year! - Where my money at?
[Interlude:]
Where my money, nigga?
Where my money at?
Where my money, nigga?
[Verse 2:]
I put a cease and desist on this industry shit;
Me making a friend means I just make a' enemy quick! (quick!)
When niggas think they finna be big, their images switch
They go from gettin' beat by a nigga to sweet to a cinnamon whip.
They actin' like they got the Vanna White in "Wheel Of Fortune"
But actually they spillin' the script!
I tell her - DJ to play mines, so we gon' spray ya;
And that's on every MC's mind, they just don't say it! (say it!)
I play in spots. - My brain lies and the top is on fire;
How you gonna say Nickle Nine ain't rising?
Rappers no longer have to be on the block lyin';
You get your ass whooped on the net, you a pop icon! (icon!)
I spazz like I got the right rhyme;
I flash like I shot Nikon
I call my motherfuckin' man my money, so money stand out;
While I got my motherfuckin' hand out! [cha-ching]
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
[Chorus:]
I've been fuckin' with this game for a long time (long time!) - and I'm impatient!
I'm a kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year! (this year!) [rewind]
[Verse 1:]
For starters, I'm all about the bread (about the bread!)
I ain't no artist, I'm a target.
I'm like the landlord; Hip-Hop's currently fallen down the stairs
YOUR RENT'S DUE, MOTHAFUCKA! (MOTHAFUCKA!)
Now who gives a fuck about who bars the hardest
When the DJ's think they're bigger stars than the artists?
Ridin' 'round in Ferrari's doin' more A&Rin'
Than the A&R's, it happen, niggas; don't need no scratch. [acapella] [scratches]
That's like the blind leadin' the blind leader.
Hip-Hop is like the FBI in trap readin' the Don Diva.
It makes no sense, it's - I-ronic
How I can straighten you even though I stay so bent.
I'm about gettin' INS! (INS) - Everytime my money's on Hip-Hop;
That's every time the house nigga wins!
Flooding the drought, lovin' the club, Crip/Blood, gun talk;
Ladies and gentlemen! - Hip-Hop in one bar...
[Chorus:]
I've been fuckin' with this game for a long time - and I'm impatient!
I'm a kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year! - Where my money at?
[Interlude:]
Where my money, nigga?
Where my money at?
Where my money, nigga?
[Verse 2:]
I put a cease and desist on this industry shit;
Me making a friend means I just make a' enemy quick! (quick!)
When niggas think they finna be big, their images switch
They go from gettin' beat by a nigga to sweet to a cinnamon whip.
They actin' like they got the Vanna White in "Wheel Of Fortune"
But actually they spillin' the script!
I tell her - DJ to play mines, so we gon' spray ya;
And that's on every MC's mind, they just don't say it! (say it!)
I play in spots. - My brain lies and the top is on fire;
How you gonna say Nickle Nine ain't rising?
Rappers no longer have to be on the block lyin';
You get your ass whooped on the net, you a pop icon! (icon!)
I spazz like I got the right rhyme;
I flash like I shot Nikon
I call my motherfuckin' man my money, so money stand out;
While I got my motherfuckin' hand out! [cha-ching]
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
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