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[Intro: Rihanna] Yayo, yayo Mula-la Yayo [Verse 1: Rihanna & Layzie Bone] Bitch better have my money Y'all should know me well enough Bitch better have my money Please don't call me on my bluff Pay me what you owe me Ballin' bigger than LeBron Bitch, give me your money (Money, money) Who y'all think y'all frontin' on? (Money, money) Like bra, bra (Money) [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] Put the money in the bag, fuck a bank account I need my cash right now 'Cause you been owin' me for months, nigga still ain't paid his debt So that that's another sucker finna bite down You must've thought I was a joke when I said I need my cheese So what you need to do is put it on the wood I ain't a killеr, but don't push me, but I will let it ride For my cheesе, so don't get this shit misunderstood I been callin' since yesterday, plus he got a check today Guess he like, "Lay ain't gotta get paid" What about all that studio time? I'm tryna pay my DJ So there's nothin' left to say but [Chorus: Rihanna & Layzie Bone] Bitch better have my money I'm too cold to go broke, too cold to go broke Bitch better have my money I ain't playin' about my cash, too cold to go broke Pay me what you owe me I'm too cold to go broke, too cold to go broke Bitch better have my (Bitch better have my; Money, money) Bitch better have my (Bitch better have my; Money, money) Bitch better have my (Money) [Verse 3: Layzie Bone] M-O-N-E-Y, meet me in the sky I'm aviatin' 'bout my money, so I'm flyin' by And you will never get a loan 'cause you ain't pay me back A whole year went past, had to wait for that Now put the money in the bank and watch the paper stack Me and the chemist gettin' paid, nigga, picture that 'Cause if it ain't about the money, you stuck in the trap They think it's funny 'til they see your whole mind collapse They never tried to hit my hand, they ain't got my back Homie said he was gon' pay me, but I doubt that Next time I see him in the hood, I'ma lay him flat 'Cause he been actin' like his girl would never call me back That's why I'm wavin' at these haters from the top floor Pointin' fingers at they heads like, "Where my dough?" Middle finger to them haters at my last show And showin' love to my fans at the next show I want all my money I want all my cash I want all my paper What the fuck, you think a nigga won't blast? [Chorus: Rihanna & Layzie Bone] Bitch better have my money I'm too cold to go broke, too cold to go broke Bitch better have my money I ain't playin' about my cash, too cold to go broke Pay me what you owe me I'm too cold to go broke, too cold to go broke Bitch better have my (Bitch better have my; Money, money) Bitch better have my (Bitch better have my; Money, money) Bitch better have my