Where Yo Money At

Uh! What? Yeah

Turn me up a little bit

Where yo money at?

We gon' smoke a hundred sacks

Shootin' up your block

Switch cars, then we double back

You a funny cat

You ain't made a hundred racks

You ain't nothin' like Nip Hussle

That's a fuckin' fact

Puttin' on for my city, got 100 stats

I'm the realest nigga in it, can't front on that

A lot of fake niggas hate me cause they wanna rap

But if they dumb enough to say it I'm a fuckin snap

Big guns, big guns, I got big guns

AR's, AK's, nigga pick one

This young nigga on that shit you should get on

And I promise she get fucked if yo bitch come

Know some Inglewood niggas showed a crip love

He was like that nigga Nip kinda sick blood

Know them east side niggas bang my shit tough, it's all of love

Even to my homeboys that switched up

Funny thing is they swore when I get rich

I would turn my back on em but I'm still up in the mix

God damn, ain't that a bitch

Can a young pull up in a six gettin' his dick sucked

Where yo money at? 50's and yo 100's at?

Drop my new shit, tour the world then we double back

I be runnin laps 'til I'm runnin rap

I don't want no help, ain't no fun in that

Like the type of raps make you wanna stack

Make a nigga want a Benz, make 100 racks

I heard yo tape, where you done it at?

Where you ever grind? Where you stunted at?

You wasn't full time, you was comin' back

You was like I'm finna roll, it was finna crack

Cause you ain't want none of that

Give me love, give me cash, give me respect

Anything, other than, I'm a reject

Give me time, give me space, give me a sec

On the real, what you gone get is the best

You lowin', I ain't fuckin' with' it at all, you know it

Niggas ain't standin' this tall, you know it

All money in the name of the squad

That's how you niggas know we came to ball, just watch

Big guns, big guns, I got big guns

AR's, AK's, nigga pick one

Big guns, big guns, I got big guns

AR's, AK's, nigga pick one