#WHERETHEMONEY lyrics

[Intro: idkcap & Bloody!]
I've been doin' this sh*t for a couple of years now
And I've been tappin' in with you, Xavier, and all of them, bro
And I like that style of music, that's what I be doin'
Real recognize real, fly recognize fly, motion recognize motion, my n*gga

[Verse 1: idkcap]
Yeah, our motion run so damn deep, n*gga, don't play 'bout my fam'
This ho thinkin' she cut me deep, b*tch, you is just a scram
b*tch threw a shot in public, she like, "Damn, that's you on the 'Gram?"
She really want me to rub it, but she swear up and down she a fan
A lot of n*ggas was snakes in the grass, that sh*t wasn't even part of the plan
I can tell you n*ggas ain't have no dad, how the f*ck could you go f*ck on your mans?
I can tell you n*ggas ain't have no dad, how the f*ck could you go back on your plans?
You said you was gon' do this and that, n*gga went back on his plans
n*gga ain't do what he said, 5.56 knockin' off his dreads
Give her di*k, stand up, she pledge, n*gga play, he get filled with lead
Feel like Lloyd, put the b*tch to bed, f*ck the fame, I just want a chick
Do 'em like Wayne and knock off his dreads, sh*t ain't the same since I got the check
sh*t ain't the same since I got the bread, n*gga be fakin' and hatin'
They told me last year, "Cap, stay down," baby boy, just be patient
I don't give a f*ck 'bout being patient, knock him out, now he a patient
Bop ho keep tryna f*ck, bop ho, she impatient
Gun a n*gga down, send him to hell, send him to hell like I'm Satan
I'm smokin' on MadBudz out the pack, I don't smoke a Gary Payton
I've been runnin' up my bag, n*gga, I've been paper chasin'
Put a mask on my face, run up on him like I'm Jason
[Verse 2: Bloody!]
Put a mask over her face, the b*tch ugly, but her butt fat
Got the b*tch jumpin' up on my di*k like the b*tch doin' jumping jacks
I get the b*tch off a Perc, now the b*tch doin' jumping jacks
I'm jumpin' in the trap like a n*gga was an acrobat
b*tch do a split on my di*k like the b*tch is an acrobat
Chop' got a kick, make a n*gga flip, like the n*gga was an acrobat
I ain't doin' no song with no n*gga, told the n*gga, "Where my money at?"
I'll put the pole to a n*gga, ask the n*gga, "Where the money at?"
I'll put the chrome to a n*gga, ask the n*gga, "Where the money at?"
I'm in your home, pus*y lil' n*gga, yeah n*gga, where the money at?
I've should've been up already, damn, n*gga, where the money at?
When I get home, my mama asked me, "Son, where the money at?"
I told her, "This music, this rap sh*t, this where the money at"

[Break: xaviersobased]
Sad, where the money at?
Sad, where the money at?
Sad, where the money at?

[Verse 3: xaviersobased]
My bestie hearin', "Son, where the money at?
Too much money on me, cop a—, uh
So much money, call me Xav-young-money-man
n*ggas crackin' jokes, but nah, not funny, yeah
n*ggas playin' crazy, tryna step it up to fool you
We don't f*ck with you, hell nah, you a fool, man
Fans tryna take pics while I'm eatin' food, yeah
Pull up on me so I pull up on you, yeah
Came in this b*tch with my goddamn tool, yeah
Geeked, I'm geeked, I'm geeked, I'm high
Freak, she a freak, freak, freak, she fine
I'm in the spot and I'm so damn—, uh
I'm in the spot and I'm so damn high (Haha)
Ayy, yeah, walk in the spot and I pull up in—, ayy
Ayy, ayy, walk in the spot with that goddamn fire (Ayy, ayy)
Pull up I—, pull up I—, pull up I—, ayy
Pull up I—, pull up I—, pull up I flame (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Outro: Bloody!]
I ain't wanna say that I, I've seen sh*t from square one, you feel me?
But I've at least seen sh*t from square five, my n*gga
It's only been up since then, gang
Keep that sh*t goin', gang, n*ggas that seen the stuff that you took to make it where you at, my n*gga