Z-Ro - Where My Money At lyrics

All I wanna know where my money at

Yeah, got rid of my last bitch
Now I’m sucker free
She got to pay me for the penis
I don’t fuck for free
Handle me like I’m fragile
Woman stop touching me you just a slim jim
You wouldn’t even lunge for me
The same nigga everybody say
Would never shine
Like he'll do it every nine
And it’s all the time
You got a problem with me
Nigga you better fall in line
You got so much bigness
Then why the fuck you all up in mine
Push a button, then am rolling
I don’t need a key
I want this and though it’s bad
I don’t even need to see defeat
Bitch I'm a dog
You ain’t even much a flea to me
Don’t get it twisted
Tikit Williams is OG to me

Yeah, too much money is in my pocket
Know I’m back at the bank
As if they got a lot to count
Am go relax at the bank
Hood nigga, damn right
I pack my strap in the bag
But they don't rob and chase whenever
Joseph Mack in the bank
Am from the wisher nigga woods
So I wish a nigga would
Knock his ass out he wake up
And say bitch that nigga good
But non-violent, non- violent
That’s the way to be
Slapping the shit out of somebody
That every day for me
If you ain’t talking about my
Money shut the fuck up
So pay me what you want me, your day
They go give you a touch up
Don’t make me send them people
To your momma house five thousand
That's enough for me to
Take your momma "ide"hahaha

All eyes on me like i'm 2pac in this bitch
Can’t see him looking at me
I'm busy shopping and shit
Necklace look like a bunch of buggers
All the rocks in this bitch
I get it cracking good
Niggas get it popping and shit
Look at the money, ain’t right
I ain’t getting out the car
They can tell you club up
But, you can get it out the park
I’m a hood nigga homie
Am just living like a star
Yeah the noodle say Ramon but
The watch say Audemar
This morning I was bored as fuck
So I went and bought a car
This evening i’m bored as fuck
So I think Imma start a war
You bet not be in this club tipping
Where my change homie
Fuck throwing my money
Get them bitches make it rain on meyeah

Hahaha that’s all I want to know my nigga
Is where my mother fucking money at
You bet not be in this mother fucking
Club trying to make it rain nigga
Cause, I’m gonna make your
Mother fucking face break
Run me my mother fucking bread dog
Real top, made me coming outside
Coming out the back door
Cause you know am in the front
Ride down the street with your home boy
Cause am looking for your car you dig?
Fuck them with a whole nother bitch
Cause, I’m at your baby mother house nigga
Every time you turn around imma right there
Hand me my mother fucking money dog
Beat your bitch ass up