Where the $ At? - Meyhem Lauren, Buckwild

Still rebellious, never jealous, steady getting relish

Y’all embellish while we rocking outfits with propellers

Dice rolling, twice holding, strapped double like some air raids

Squeezing through Queens, rocking some rare shades

Versace type, smelling like Myaki white, floated night

Cuban right, watching swings all night just like a hockey fight

Too fresh, having crew sex up in the duplex

Train your chick like who next, suck it like she got two necks

Fuck her rocking a new vest, send her right back in due stress

Bullet proof glass windows and fine pottery

Never had a job but got work, designed lottery

Fuck a scratch-off, the spat’s off, mixed and match cloth

Keep our guns on but when we eat we take our hats off

Shrimp scaloppini, linguini treated with squid ink

Block server, murder, got further cause I did think

Plans handcrafted by the palms of perfection

Never lost defection, being gracious my profession

Part of my DNA, flows through my bloodstream

Made me dig clean cream, peace to my thug team

My squad is like half of geniuses

Hop out coupes and tell police to suck our penises

We need raw money, we need war money

We need tour money, we need your money

We need more money, we need raw money

We need more money, we need more money

Where the money at?

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fresh,, doing it to the death

Mister ass licker, AKA doodoo breath

Polo rocking worldwide, rest in peace for girls cry

Old school student with young boy movement

Earth traveled, bitches and birds babble

My wallet’s big enough to be a saddle

Brain waves the size of tsunamis

Popping bottles in the bank, invite a few mommies

Money machines, seem to be correct

I want my shit in cash, don’t trust nobody’s check

Direct deposit is modest as far as charges

Pay me first before you holler bout some bargains

Thirsty thirst, with that Brownsville spirit

Have mind to be mine, I ain’t tryna hear it

Much cash, mustache, have my bread hung fast, lung stab

Watch that step, don’t ever owe me

Cause I’m taking all those rings, the necklace and the gold teeth

And your little darling’s rosaries

Talk is cheap so I’ll speech you senseless

You’s a tooth over loot, let me be the dentist

Dungaree deep since lean jeans was popping

Got heavy promotion, that’s thanks to the gossip

Flight school groups trained to skydive

Kitty litter money, the shit got nine lives

We need raw money, we need war money

We need tour money, we need your money

We need more money, we need raw money

We need more money, we need more money

Where the money at?

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