Royce da 5'9" - Where My Money lyrics
[Royce da 5'9" - Where My Money lyrics]
I've been fucking with this game for
A long time and I'm impatient
I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make
Me real rich this year
For starters, I'm all 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 rents due, muthafucka!
Now who gives a fuck about
Who bar is the hardest?
When the DJs think they're bigger
Stars than the artists
Riding around in Ferraris doing more
A&Ring than the A&Rs
And half them niggas don't even scratch
That's like the blind leading
The blind leader
Hip-hop is like the FBI in the
Trap readin' The Don Diva it makes no sense
It's ironic how I can straighten you
Even though I stay so bent
I'm about getting ins
Everytime my money's on hip hop
That's every time the house nigga wins
Flooding the drought, loving the club, Crip
Blood gun talk
Ladies and gentlemen: hip hop in one bar
I've been fucking with this game for
A long time and I'm impatient
I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make
Me real rich this year where my money at?
I put a cease and desist
On this industry shit
Me making a friend means I
Just make an enemy quit
When niggas think they finna be big
Their images switch
They go from getting beat by a nigga
To sweet to a cinnamon whip
They acting like they got the Vanna
White in Wheel of Fortune
But actually they spilling the script
I tell her DJ to play mines
Or we gon' spray ya
And that's on every MC's mind
They just don't say it i flame 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 lying
You get your ass whooped on the net
You a pop icon
I spazz like I got the right rhyme
I flash like a shot Nikon
I call my motherfuckin' man my money
So money stands out
While I got my motherfuckin' hand out
I've been fucking with this game for
A long time and I'm impatient
I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make
Me real rich this year where my money at?
A long time and I'm impatient
I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make
Me real rich this year
For starters, I'm all 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 rents due, muthafucka!
Now who gives a fuck about
Who bar is the hardest?
When the DJs think they're bigger
Stars than the artists
Riding around in Ferraris doing more
A&Ring than the A&Rs
And half them niggas don't even scratch
That's like the blind leading
The blind leader
Hip-hop is like the FBI in the
Trap readin' The Don Diva it makes no sense
It's ironic how I can straighten you
Even though I stay so bent
I'm about getting ins
Everytime my money's on hip hop
That's every time the house nigga wins
Flooding the drought, loving the club, Crip
Blood gun talk
Ladies and gentlemen: hip hop in one bar
I've been fucking with this game for
A long time and I'm impatient
I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make
Me real rich this year where my money at?
I put a cease and desist
On this industry shit
Me making a friend means I
Just make an enemy quit
When niggas think they finna be big
Their images switch
They go from getting beat by a nigga
To sweet to a cinnamon whip
They acting like they got the Vanna
White in Wheel of Fortune
But actually they spilling the script
I tell her DJ to play mines
Or we gon' spray ya
And that's on every MC's mind
They just don't say it i flame 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 lying
You get your ass whooped on the net
You a pop icon
I spazz like I got the right rhyme
I flash like a shot Nikon
I call my motherfuckin' man my money
So money stands out
While I got my motherfuckin' hand out
I've been fucking with this game for
A long time and I'm impatient
I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make
Me real rich this year where my money at?