¿Where’s The Money?

[Hook]
Around here it’s always sunny
We buzzin’ like a hive full of honey
Good weather, good wine
Good weed, good women, good times
Where’s the money, where’s the money (x4)

[Verse 1]
We had three shots, she let me hit the sweet spot
I took so long to come, I swear she thought I was Detox
Yeah, I ain’t famous but she starstruck
It’s just a coupe, but yeah she’s down to car-fuck
I get money from my blah-blah-blah, that’s hard luck
They hating on it, ha-ha-ha-ha, get your bars up
You can’t feel my painting buddy, get your stars up
When you in the game boy, you gotta keep your cards up
I ain’t the poker type, like them jokers I have us roll the dice
Collect my chips get pulled to God
I’ve been cold as ice, like yeah better show your right
I'm on her hair like old advice and I’m on that bread like molten I...

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Good question, I think I got a answer
Check the bra strap of that young, exotic dancer
Yeah my daddy’s dead but really I’m not a bastard
I got his good looks, so broads be on me, tough I’m not a bachelor
Niggas won’t go viral, really weedy cancer
And Tokyo drifting in a rented Mitsubishi Lancer
Backwards, mileage had a child like laughter
Nothing really matters, ‘cause far as I can gather
We about to bubble then the bubbles turn to lather
These hating ass rappers are a non-fucking factor
They about to learn to DJ, or become actors
We running up the rafters, screaming let me hold your masters

[Bridge]
Occupy the VIP (x8)

[Hook]