Where’s My Money At?

Where's my money at, huh, punk?
Where's my money at, huh, punk?
I'm so loud when I get
Don't get my money
When I want it
Yahoooohoooooheh
I'm not patient
I don't need no doctor
I just want my money
I don't want nothin' else, just cash yes it's what I want
It's not a principle
It's just a matter of capital
It's a matter of-
Mozuma filthy luga
Comin' down the, the bay-
Yeah!
I'm not gonna ask you twice
I'm not gonna ask you at all
Just pay it to me
And spell my name right
On the cash
Write my name on the cash
Not a check
Yahemeyeah
Yahemeyeah
You hear me
You hear me
It's a matter of habit
The nuns wear their habits
And they make lotsa money
Money for religion
Money that I need
To keep me alive and happy and charm-ha
Don't tell me no lie
Tell me the truth, as opposed to lies
And half truths
I want the whole truth
And the whole money
But I'd rather have the money
You can lie as long as you give me all my money
Okay
Hoohohah!