[Verse 1]
Eh, that's the crib right there
We can go through the back
Leaves his window open every night, I know for a fact
We get in, we get out
With the food and the cash
And if he don't cooperate...
Fam I got this, Raps
If that nigga don't pay
It's gon' be his last day
Boiling water on his toes
Then I'm burning up his face...
What the fuck?
I ain't come on this move to burn faces
And I defo ain't set up this job to catch cases
If the bredda try front, hit him with a gun butt
Couple time to his face, it always loosens 'em up
And if he still acts up then I'll fill him with slugs...
Easy young G
This is business, not war
I don't wanna shed blood unless I have to
He ain't done me nothing, this is just a cash move
Well if the pussyhole complies
Then he ain't gotta die, but I'll shoot this nigga up if I have to
I don't give a fuck man, I came for the money
Man are out here ballin', while I'm out here looking bummy
So if this guy's half as racked up as you say
Then today is the day that my luck gonna change
Man I'm tryna get paid
[Chorus]
Where the money at?
Where the, where the money at? (Where the money)
Where the money at?
Where the, where the money at? (Where the money)
Where the money at?
Where the, where the money at?
And if he don't pay, tell his girl we ain't coming back
Where the money at?
Where the, where the money at? (Where the money)
Where the money at?
Where the, where the money at? (Where the money)
Where the money at?
Where the, where the money at?
And if he don't pay, tell his girl we ain't coming back
[Verse 2]
Eh Raps
Since when was you a robber?
I thought you was a hustler, you know
A top shotter?
Yeah I do all that
But that don't define me
See, I'm a provider
I provide for my family
Plus money is money
And this bredda's got lots
And I've been watching him hard
He moves box after box
And just last year
He got robbed twenty K
And he said it's a minor
He'll make it back in a day
So I figure since this bredda just gives it away
It's only right that we come and get a piece of the cake
Oi I swear man, that neighbour, she just wrote down our plate
I'mma quickly run out, and put this gun in her face
Ahh fam just relax man, I told you before
This car's a ringer, who gives a fuck what she saw?
We can go round the back
And we can go on the same
So just put your bally on, 'cos it's time to get paid, you feel me?
[Chorus]
Where the money at?
Where the, where the money at? (Where the money)
Where the money at?
Where the, where the money at? (Where the money)
Where the money at?
Where the, where the money at?
And if he don't pay, tell his girl we ain't coming back
Where the money at?
Where the, where the money at? (Where the money)
Where the money at?
Where the, where the money at? (Where the money)
Where the money at?
Where the, where the money at?
And if he don't pay, tell his girl we ain't coming back
[Verse 3]
A'ight, we're in
I'mma look over 'ere
You go check inside the rooms and see if anyone's here
Ey cuz
There's a chick inside this room, but she's sleeping
I'mma wake her up and I'mma ask her where the Ps is
Ey bitch (Aaah), wake up, where the fuck's the money?
And don't chat shit or do anything that's funny
Oh my god, please don't hurt me
He's not even here, he hasn't come since Thursday
Bitch why the fuck you lying? (I'm not)
You think I'm a prick?
You think I won't fucking shoot you just because you're a chick?
Look, hear what I'm saying
You know what we came for
Just give us what we want, and we'll be out of the front door
But there's nothing here!
Ahh Raps, let me smack her
I'll throw her to the ground, and I'll stamp the shit outta her
Fam, what I tell you 'bout saying my name?
Ahh shit, I'm sorry cuh
But she's just killing my brain
But you know what, fuck this
If you don't show me the Ps
I'mma blow your head off
And put your brain on the sheets
I'mma count to five (But I really don't know)
A'ight two (Please just let me go)
Three (I swear on my life)
Four (Oi cuz, I don't think that she's lying)
Five, I hope this money was worth dying...
Okay, okay, I'm sorry I lied
He keeps his shit over there in that chair on the side
Wait wait, this must be some kinda mistake (What?)
There's only five K cash, where's the box and the flake?
Look I swear on my life
That's all that he had
And if it's not over there then it's not in the flat
Ahh this is mad
All of this work for five bags
And we split it down the middle man it's not even that
A'ight cuz
This one's just a little two-five (Nah nah)
But I promise next job we gon' eat the whole pie
Sorry fam
But I'mma need all that
Nothing personal, but you know how the game goes, Rap
If you get caught slippin'
Then you gon' get got
So just gimme them Ps
Then you won't get shot
You're gonna rob me?
I'm the one that brought you on this move
Cuz, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do
Run the money (You're really gonna do me like that?)
Run the money (All them years that I had your back)
I said run the money (A'ight cuz, take the Ps)
No hard feelings, nice doing business G
I'm out
