Where the Money

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]

Mama said God'll give you anything you pray for

When I was small I prayed to God for a bankroll

Mama said God'll give you anything you pray for

When I was small I prayed to God for a bankroll

All I ever wanted was a bankroll

(What you want?) a bankroll

Murk your ass, shoot the lawyer, 100K, case closed

All I ever wanted was some moolah

Come to my block, they selling dope and hoes prostituting

You ain't never ran no trap, who you think you fooling?

My young niggas, they ruthless

They just like me, keep toolies

Got it out the trizzap, your bitch she on my dizzick

We on that smoke a nigga, fuck his bitch, get money shizzit

I can't rap it if I didn't live it

Pussy nigga tryna get me off my pivot

What you shootin' at? A hundred million

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

I just want the money, that what we came for

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

We just want the money, that what we came for

We just want the money, that what we came for

I just want the money, that I we came for

[Verse 2: Jay Fizzle]

Ride 'round with that Draco on my waist, straight to the money

I got 99 problems so I ride 'round with that hundred

Yeah I graduated, what make you think I'm a dummy?

I turned nothing into something, my prepaid be jumping

Cook a Porsche up out that bowl, pockets getting swole

I got snow but it ain't cold, got a check up out the stove

Used to share the same shoes, had to take out the whole sole

Now it's Maison Margiela's, these designer 'round my toes

Lay it down, give it up, my shooters stink you up

Don't corroborate, no hesitation, we hit you up

We coming for that money, just give up that paper

Serve his ass ten, double back and take it later

[Verse 3: J-Money]

When I move, don't make a sound

Put your face up on the ground

Came for your cash nigga, put it in the bag nigga

I ain't come to do no talkin', load it up or I'm offin'

Yellow tape, white chalk 'em

Put your bitch ass in a coffin

Got your money, I'm gone

Back on the block, servin' pounds

Trap money, I got strong

Yeah you know I'm on

All I ever wanted was a bankroll

Mama always told me don't trust these hoes

In God I trust, for this money I'ma bust

Lay a nigga down, stick 'em up

Bullet hit your ass, lift 'em up

That's how I was brought up

In the hood, in the cut

No food on our plate

You get money we need us

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

I just want the money, that what we came for

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

We just want the money, that what we came for

We just want the money, that what we came for

I just want the money, that what I came for

[Verse 4: Bino Brown]

I just want the money, keep the pistol by my stomach

Her bankroll didn't stay fresh, I guess I'm paying homage

Now I'm not talkin' hair but I sell 'em by the bundle

They say that money talk, well it sound like yours mumble

You know what I came for

I'm beefing with my car, man I went and got the brains blowed

I just left the jeweler, man I went and got my chain froze

Tryna leave the streets alone but damn Bino can't though

Repping while I'm rapping, now she ride me like a Texan

Never took her out to eat, she ate me up like Zaxby's

Get across the water, I got business in Miami

Trap awards up in my hood, come get yourself a Grammy

I keep it fresh like Mannie

[Verse 5: Yo Millionaire]

From Cal State to [?] Ave, I been getting money

I got some niggas out the south and the east jumping

From Westwood to the mound, might not [?] pumping

Got big bags of the dope balled up like nuggets

I get it by the truckload, boxed up like Huggies

Hooked up with Paper Route, we 'bout to make it ugly

Shouts out to Daddy-O, it's a cold summer

We gon' make these bitches sweat, I put that on my mama

We just want this money bitch, that's what we came for

That's why I put these Forgiato's on these foreign cars

In the club, pocket full of cash, no credit card

In the morning I'm dogging your bitch, late night I'm with the mob

[Chorus: Young Dolph]

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

I just want the money, that what we came for

Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down

We just want the money, that what we came for

We just want the money, that what we came for

I just want the money, that what I came for

[Outro: Young Dolph]

You know what we came for nigga

Real nigga shit

If I want it I get it

If I want it I spend it

It's Dolph!

J-Money, what's poppin'?

Bino, what up?

Yo, what's poppin'?

Fizzle, what's crackin'?

Ay, ay! Real nigga shit

Paper Route Empire

Uh huh!