Where My Money (I Need That)

[Chorus:] Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash [Repeat: x4] Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross) [Repeat: x4] Where my money? Never try me like a thug If you do you better duck I'ma hit em' in his body, Somebody patching you up I'ma bust a nigga head, Somebody wrapping you up When I ask you for ma shit, Nigga am I asking too much? Ridin' dirty in ma Seven deuce Its dirty, you can tell the truth I'm dirtier than a reverend Fighting internal revenue I'ma get mine, You can call me Uncle Sam Used ya for your services, And I don't give a damn Slap bush with ma stash All these taxes and this cash Got these bitches selling ass Homicide for the cash Homicide for the cash Riding around gunning mass Summertime son of Sam Triple C gon gun you down Twenty birds on this surb Posted up on the curb Got a lot of pistol game So we at ya A-Day If you owe me a dime Boy you better give me mine Cause I'm pulling ma nine With one thing that's on ma mind [Chorus] Still waiting on the call Homie supposed to be my dog It done been more then a week He caught himself running off Yea he bought two, two But I fronted another three, three But I'ma get him marked off for 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 I'm loosing his head And then I'm taking off Mashing in the grand national Wont break it off Lemme break it down I see fifty off a chicken Every time I break it down Bad little Bitches shake it when they break it down Lemme break it down I Broke it down, To the smallest slab Cause I'm so fat I 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 Boyz at yo front door Three in the morning and ya know what they knocking fo' [Chorus] I'm like a professor, I weigh and I measure Triple beam on the dresser Couldn't be fresher Cookin's my pleasure Cookies my treasure Hustle couldn't be better Muscle you couldn't measure Niggas 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 Savana Climbing back through Atlanta Shoot the making, See what shaking My shit white as Miss Vanna Its Rick Ross Rolls-Royce when I floss I'ma big boss And I never took a loss (See I need that) (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 Its Ricky Rizzle The rich nizzle the rich nizzle Now bitch [Chorus]