Where My Money

I've been fucking with this game for a long time

And I'm impatient

I'ma 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 rent's due, motherfucker

Now who give a fuck about the bars the hardest?

When the DJs think they're bigger stars than the artists

Riding around in Ferraris, doing more A&R-ing than the A&Rs

And half 'em niggas don't even scratch

That's like the blind leading the blind leader

Hip hop is like the FBI in the trap reading The Don Diva

It makes no sense

It's ironic how I can straighten you though I stay so bent

I'm about getting ins, every time 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'ma kill somebody

If somebody don't make me real rich this year

Where my money at?

Where my money, nigga?

Where my money at?

Where my money, nigga?

I put a cease and desist on this industry shit

Me making a friend means I just make an enemy quick

When niggas think they finna be big, their images switch

They go from getting beat by a nigga too 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 a DJ to play mines so we gon' spray ya

And that's on every MC's mind, they just don't say it

I flame spots, my brain lies at the top, it's 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 spaz like I got the right rhyme

I flash like I shot Nikon

I call my motherfucking man my money, so money stands out