Royce Da 5'9'' Where My Money Lyrics

[14 seconds fades-in]

[Chorus:]
I've been f*ckin' with this game for a long time (long time!) - and I'm impatient!
I'm a kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year! (this year!) [rewind]

[Verse 1:]
For starters, I'm all about the bread (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 RENTS DUE, MOTHAf*ckA! (MOTHAf*ckA!)
Now who gives a f*ck about who's bars the hardest
When the DJ's think they're bigger stars than the artists?
Ridin' around in Ferrari's doin' more A&Rin'
Than the A&R's, half them niggas don't need even scratch. [acapella] [scratches]
That's like the blind leadin' the blind leader.
Hip-Hop is like the FBI in trap readin' the Don Diva.
It makes no sense, it's - I-ronic
How I can straighten you even though I stay so bent.
I'm about gettin' INS! (INS!)
Everytime my money's on Hip-Hop; that's every time the house nigga wins!
Flood in the drought, love in the club, Crip/Blood, gun talk;
Ladies and gentlemen! - Hip-Hop in one bar...

[Chorus:]
I've been f*ckin' with this game for a long time - and I'm impatient! I'm a kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year!

[Bridge:]
Where my money at? - Where my money, nigga?
Where my money at? - Where my money, nigga?

[Verse 2:]
I put a cease and desist on this industry shit;
Me making a friend means I'll just make a' enemy quick! (quick!)
When niggas think they finna be big, their images switched
They go from gettin' beat by a nigga to sweet to a cinnamon whip.
They actin' like they got the Vanna White in "Wheel Of Fortune"
But actually they spillin' the script!
I tell the - DJ to play mines or we gon' spray ya;
And that's on every MC's mind, they just don't say it! (say it!)
I flame spots. - My brain lies and the top is on fire;
How you gon' say Nickle Nine ain't risin'?
Rappers no longer have to be on the block lyin';
You get your ass whooped on the net, you a pop icon! (icon!)
I spazz like I got the white rhyme;
I flash like I shot Nikon.
I call my motherf*ckin' man my money, so money stand out;
While I got my motherf*ckin' hand out! [cha-ching]

[Chorus]

[Bridge]