Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Ses


Arayüz


Zorluk seviyesi


Aksan



arayüz dili

tr

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Çerez politikası   |   Destek   |   FAQ
1
Kayıt Giriş
Lyrkit

bağış yapmak

5$

Lyrkit

bağış yapmak

10$

Lyrkit

bağış yapmak

20$

Lyrkit

Ve/veya beni sosyal medyada destekleyin. ağlar:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Rick Ross

Where My Money (I Need That)

 

Where My Money (I Need That)

(albüm: Port Of Miami - 2006)


Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Nigga where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where, where, where, where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Nigga where, where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where, where, where, where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where, where, where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where, where, 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)

Never try me like a thug
If you do you better duck
I'mma hit him in his body, somebody patching him up
I'mma bust a nigga head somebody wrapping him up
When I ask you for my shit nigga am I asking too much?
Riding dirty in my seven deuce
It's dirty you can tell the truth
I'm dirtier than a reverend fighting Internal Revenue
I'mma get mine you can call me Uncle Sam
Use you for your services than I don't give a damn
Slap Bush with my cash, all these taxes and his gas
Got these bitches selling ass, homicide for the cash
Homicide for the cash ride around gunning mass
Summer time Son of Sam Triple C's gon' gun you down
Twenty birds I'mma serve posted up on this curb
Got a lot of pistol game so we at ya everyday
If you owe me a dime boy you better give me mine
'Cause I'm pulling my nine with one thing that's on my mind

Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Nigga where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where, where, where, where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Nigga where, where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where, where, where, where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where, where, where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where, where, 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)

Still waiting on the call homie posed to be my dawg
It done been more than a week he caught himself running off
Yeah he bought two, but I fronted another three
But I'mma get him marked off for no less than a quarter key
Yeah I broke him off now I gotta break him off
He think he using his head I gotta take it off
That boy losing his head then I'm taking off
Mashing in the grand national won't break it off
Let me break it down
I see Fifty off a chicken every time I break it down (down)
Bad little bitches shaking it when they break it down (down)
Let me break it down I broke it down to the smallest slab
'Cause I'm so fat got the fiends calling cabs
I'm out here for my stacks
I'm out here for my stacks
From the side of the bridge
You gotta cross the tracks
Dade county D-boys at your front door (Ross)
Three in the morning and you know why they knocking for (Ross)

Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Nigga where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where, where, where, where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Nigga where, where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where, where, where, where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where, where, where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where, where, 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)

I'm like a professor, I weigh and I measure
Triple beam on the dresser, couldn't be fresher
Cooking is my pleasure cookies is my treasure
Hustle couldn't be better muscle you couldn't measure
Nigga's feeling the pressure pressure they bust pipes
I'm cool with your bitch your bitch fuck nice, see I need that
Fly hoes on my team, see I need that, my hoes will gimmie anything
Grinding back in Savannah, climbing back through Atlanta
Shoot through Macon, see what's shaking, my shit white as miss vanna
It's Rick Ross Rolls-Royce when I floss
I'mma big boss and I never took a loss, see I need that
I might of took a loss but it wasn't like that (Ross)
So I'm back on my grizzle, got the streets on sizzle
It's Ricky Rizzle the rich nizzle, the rich nizzle, now bitch

Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Nigga where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where, where, where, where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Nigga where, where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where, where, where, where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where, where, where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where, where, 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)

Tamamlandı

Bu şarkıdaki tüm yabancı kelimeleri eklediniz mi?