[INTRO]  Ayo Green..i feel like im turnin green too!  from Bill bitch b!...to some incredible Hulk shit!  I dont even know why u give me shit like this to spit to?  Im sure we speak the same language  fuck you bitches....pay me!!!    [VERSE 1]  (HAA)  wait a minute..came to go get it...ranger fitted  whenever it come to paper..better know im major with it  make it rain a major blizzard..leather alligator lizard  i Talledega race any challenger name a didgit  even if on the slightest you take a smidget or dare touch my revenue i slice you with the razor quit it  icey till i make it frigid..(BURRRR)..  the laws of physics says its getting cold..my money taller than a hall of midgets  i get up all up in it  kickin down the door (Who is it!!??)  Bitch i be the crew of bill collectors..pay the mall a visit  after cleanin bank accounts you questioned if i gave a shit if not i tell the truth so you could tell em that the player did    it(HEYAAA)  its ok i say a prayer its the mayor bititch slayer givin you another layer of the data tritick  bust rhymes..hittin you with punch lines  funny how i fuck dimes..bitch you know i want mine  Where my fuckin money?!    [HOOK]  I aint speakin foreign..you know what im saying  better have my bread nigga i aint playin  (Bitch..where my fucking money?)  Mark every word..spoken reddish so your pussy  if you think im jokin?  (muhfucker...where my fuckin money?)  Think i still aint crazy coz i cut my dread  and if you short my cake im off side of your head  (bitch where my fuckin money?)    [VERSE 2]  (OHHHH)  critical its pitifull im cynical  how i deliver lyricals and take these other niggas paper  topsy-tervy contraversy im so thirsty go no mercy  for some of these bitches..i collect my money now and later  keep it movin with the clique..while making bitches hit the strip  cake up everyday i wake i RATE the way my money flip  i want its mine..borderline..call it crime..all the shine im takin it  aint no mistakin it nigga whats yours is mine  no need to second guess it check im the gloss and grind the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined  because i profit from your losses  you dont want it..you should get it  in the hood with you money..i extended my line of credit  the medic..doctor ryhmes that put you on a dihharettic shrinkin up a nigga pockets  simple niggaz style pathetic  bust rhymes..hittin you with punch lines  funny how i fuck dimes..bitch you know i want mine  Where my fuckin money?!    [HOOK]  I aint speakin foreign..you know what im saying  better have my bread nigga i aint playin  (Bitch..where my fucking money?)  Mark every word..spoken reddish so your pussy  if you think im jokin?  (muhfucker...where my fuckin money?)  Think i still aint crazy coz i cut my dread  and if you short my cake im off side of your head  (bitch where my fuckin money?)    these lyrics are submitted by OarSmaN