Busta Rhymes, Ol’ Dirty Bastard - Where's Your Money lyrics

Yo all my bitches that make money
Throw ya motherfuckin' hands in the air
(Suuuu) cuz it's all about the money
(Yo, yo, all my, all my, all my homies
Let me hear you go suuuuuuuu)
Money rules the world
I take over all pussy with money
(All my girls making money, out there)
All cars get tooken over cuz of money, baby
(Let me hear y'all go suuuuuuu)
All businesses, baby
It's all about the money
To all my niggas that
Bustin' shots for money, right now
Bust shots
(suuuuu) bust shots for the money, now
"Where's your money?" (suuuuuuu)
"Where's your money?" (about the money)
"Where's your money?"
(it's all about the 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 Pit'stop
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 ODB
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 Whatchamacallit's
Money hungry like Sudan
When my paper stay brolic

Hey, I'm ODB
Let me know "Where's your money?"
(It's a Busta Bust now, nigga
Let me know) "Where's your money?"
Next time you see me
Let me know "Where's your money?"
('Fore I stick ya ass up, nigga
Let me know) "Where's your money?"