Where My Money Royce Da 5'9"

[Chorus]
I've been fucking with this game for a long time and I'm impatient
I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year

[Verse 1]
For starters, I'm all about the bread
I ain't no artist, I'm a target, I'm like the landlord
Hip hop's currently fallen down the stairs
Your rents due, muthafucka!
Now who gives a fuck about who bar is the hardest?
When the DJs think they're bigger stars than the artists
Riding around in Ferraris doing more A&Ring than the A&Rs
And half them niggas don't even scratch
That's like the blind leading the blind leader
Hip-hop is like the FBI in the trap readin' The Don Diva
It makes no sense, it's ironic how I can straighten you
Even though I stay so bent
I'm about getting ins, everytime my money's on hip hop
That's every time the house nigga wins
Flooding the drought, loving the club, Crip/Blood gun talk
Ladies and gentlemen: hip hop in one bar

[Chorus]
I've been fucking with this game for a long time and I'm impatient
I'mma kill somebody if somebody don't make me real rich this year
Where my money at?