[Intro]
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I've been fuckin with this game for a long time, and I'm impatient
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I'ma kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year [echoes]
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For starters I'm all about the bread
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I ain't no artist, I'm a target
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I'm like the landlord, hip-hop's currently fallin down the stairs
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"Your RENT'S due, motherfucker!"
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Now who give a fuck about who bar is the hardest?
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When the DJ's think they bigger stars than the artist
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Ridin around in Ferraris doin more A&R'in than the A&R's
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and half them niggaz don't even scratch
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That's like the blind leadin the blind leader
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Hip-Hop is like the FBI in the trap readin the Don Diva
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It makes no sense
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It's ironic how I can straighten you though I stay so bent
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I'm about gettin ends
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Every time my money's on hip-hop, that's every time the house nigga wins
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Flood in a drought, love in the club, Crip/Blood gun talk
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Ladies and gentlemen! Hip-Hop in one bar
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[Chorus:]
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I've been fuckin with this game for a long time, and I'm impatient
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I'ma kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year
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Where my money at? Where my money nigga?
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Where my money at? Where my money nigga?
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I put a cease and desist on this industry shit
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Me makin a friend means I'll just make an enemy quick
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When niggaz think they finna be big, they image is switched
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They go from gettin beat by a nigga to sweet to a cinnamon whip
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They actin like they got the Vanna White in "Wheel of Fortune"
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But actually they spinnin the script
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I tell the, DJ to play mines or we gon' spray ya
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And that's on every MC's mind, they just don't say it
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I flame spots, my brain lies and the top is on fire
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How you gon' say Nickel Nine ain't risin?
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Rappers no longer have to be on the block lyin
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You get yo' ass whupped on the net, you a pop icon
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I spaz like I got the right rhyme
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I flash like I shot Nikon
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I call my motherfuckin man my money so money stand out
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While I got my motherfuckin hand out!
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[Chorus]
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Where My Money
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Royce Da 5'9'' |