Z-ro - Where My Money At lyrics

[Chorus:] [x8] All I wanna know where my money at [Verse 1:] Yeah, got rid of my last b**h, now I'm s**er free She got to pay me for the penis, I don't f** 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 n***a everybody say would never shine Like he'll do it every nine and it's all the time You got a problem with me, n***a you better fall in line You got so much bigness, then why the f** you all up in mine Push a bu*ton, 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 b**h I'm a dog, you ain't even much a flea to me Don't get it twisted, Tikit Williams is OG to me [Chorus] [x8] [Verse 2:] 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 n***a, 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 n***a woods, So I wish a n***a would Knock his a** out he wake up and say b**h that n***a good But non-violent, non- violent, that's the way to be Slapping the sh** out of somebody, that every day for me If you ain't talking about my money shut the f** 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 [Chorus] [x8] [Verse 3:] All eyes on me like i'm 2pac in this b**h Can't see him looking at me, i'm busy shopping and sh** Necklace look like a bunch of buggers, all the rocks in this b**h I get it cracking good, n***as get it popping and sh** 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 n***a homie, am just living like a star Yeah the noodle say Ramon but the watch say Audemar This morning I was bored as f**, so I went and bought a car This evening i'm bored as f**, so I think Imma start a war You bet not be in this club tipping, where my change homie f** throwing my money, get them b**hes make it rain on me..Yeah [Chorus] [x8] [Verse 4:] Hahaha. that's all I want to know my n***a Is where my mother f**ing money at You bet not be in this mother f**ing club trying to make it rain n***a Cause I'm gonna make your mother f**ing face break Run me my mother f**ing 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? f** them with a whole nother b**h Cause I'm at your baby mother house n***a Every time you turn around imma right there Hand me my mother f**ing money dog Beat your b**h a** up