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letra de where my money (i need that) - rick ross

[chorus:]
where my money? i need, i need, i need cash
where my money? i need, i need, i need cash
where my money? i need, i need, i need cash
where my money? i need, i need, i need cash
where my money? you don’t wanna be the one i blast (ross)
where my money? you don’t wanna be the one i blast (ross)
where my money? you don’t wanna be the one i blast (ross)
where my money? you don’t wanna be the one i blast (ross)
where my money?

[verse 1:]
never try me like a thug
if you do you betta duck
ima hit em’ in his body,
somebody patching you up
ima bust a n-gg- head,
somebody wrapping you up
when i ask you for ma sh-t,
n-gg- am i asking too much?
ridin’ dirty in ma seven deuce
its dirty, you can tell tha truth
im dirtier than a reverend
fighting internal revenue
ima get mine,
you can call me uncle sam
used ya for your services,
and i dont give a d-mn
slap bush with ma stash
all these taxes and this cash
got these b-tches sellin -ss
homicide for tha cash
homicide for tha cash
ridin around gunnin m-ss
summertime son of sam
triple c gon gun you down
twenty birds on this surb
posted up on tha curb
got a lotta pistol game
so we at ya a-day
if you owe me a dime
boy you better give me mine
cuz im pullin ma nine
with one thing thats on ma mind

[verse 2:]
still waitin on tha call
homie supposed to be my dawg
it done been more then a week
he caught himself runnin off
yea he bought two, two
but i fronted anotha three, three
but ima get him marked off
fo no less than a quarter key
yea i broke him off,
now i gotta break him off
he think he using his head,
i gotta take it off
therefore im loosing his head
and then im taking off
mashing in the grand national
wont break it off
lemme break it down
i see fifty off a chicken
everytime i break it down
bad little b-tches shake it
when they break it down
lemme break it down
i broke it down,
to tha smallest slab
cuz im so fat
i got the fiends callin cabs
im out here for my stacks
im out here for my stacks
from the side of the bridge,
you gotta cross the tracks
dade county d boyz at yo front door
three in tha mornin and ya know what dey knockin fo’

[verse 3:]
im like a professor,
i weigh and i measure
triple beam on tha dresser
couldn’t be fresher
cookin’s my pleasure
cookies my treasure
hustle couldn’t be better
muscle you couldn’t measure
n-gg-s feelin tha pressure
pressure they bust pipes
i’m cool with your b-tch
your b-tch f-ck nice
(see i need that)
fly hoes on my team
(see i need that)
my hoes will gimmie anything
grinding back in savana
climbing back through atlanta
shoot the makin, see what shakin
my sh-t white as miss vanna
its rick ross
rolls-royce when i floss
ima big boss
and i neva took a loss
(see i need that)
(see i need that)
i might of took a loss
but it wasnt like that (ross)
so im back on my grizzle
got the streets on sizzle
its ricky rizzle
the rich nizzle
tha rich nizzle
now b-tch

- rick ross

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