I ain't runnin' out tonight Where your money at nigga? Where your money at ho? Where your money at nigga? Where your money at ho? [Verse 1: Young Buck
ain't runnin' out tonight Where your money at nigga? Where your money at ho? Where your money at nigga? Where your money at ho? [Verse 1: Young Buck]
ain't runnin' out tonight Where your money at nigga? Where your money at ho? Where your money at nigga? Where your money at ho? [Verse 1: Young Buck
Soldier no doubt He looked you dead in the eye Said "get that money" checked out Ballin bent him back in the black S T S but where he's going no
for the fire drill and when you start to smell the smoke run nigga Buck ain't no joke I'll buck a shot at your zipped up coat Chop the throat like a
, "Mo!" Could you do me that? And I'll hit you back little nigga Just wanna know where my thugs at Some at the track on the back, oh, yes Some niggas
ass up let me see you (Shake) [Chorus] what ya momma gave you like that b-tch (Shake) what ya momma gave you throw it back now (Shake) what ya momma
the new Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here? (Take it all, you need me) Where we going from here niggas? I know where we going But where
dance, the way you fit in them pants Enter the floor, take it low, girl, do it again You know I love that (I love that) Now where them girls at? (Where the girls at
[J. Cole] It?s ya n-gga, deep thinker, big drinker late night, with ya wife in ya crib sneaker when you out of town, and you not around turn your ass
Afficial something better in here I'm tryin to take em where they ain't been Somethin out they price range Ain't in they budget, you know they can't spend Where we at
to live As the world turns around negative through positive At the edge of the nights, the guiding light That leads to another world, for the young and
that Picture the pool room Where the money getters was at And street people With feather in the cap Or their bossolino Pullin paper As if it's a small casino I was a young
in [unverified] When I jump on I'm trying to handle my business, full grown Just soft niggaz, it's getting crazy after dark Where the real thug niggaz see ya
lockin' us Yo, son, I'm packin' steel, where ya hard hat You pull out you bust that Your gat useless, where ya heart at? It fingers the trigger, change ya
sayin' nuthin' (If it ain't about money, money) You ain't sayin' nuthin' (If it ain't bout money, money) You ain't sayin' nuthin' (If it ain't bout money, money
get up and go! Yo where it started at? (South, South, Bronx!) Yo where my people at? (South, South, Bronx!) Yo where my heart is at? (South, South, Bronx
