[ Featuring Nkō Khélí ]
Where my money at? (Ah-ahh)
We post in the back (ah-ahh)
Picking cotton for the slave masters
Got a pocket full of slave masters
I stack like a piggy, stack Georges
On a Diddy, Biggie looking boy
In the pursuit of a bigger piggy for the coins
That's collateral for the Kodak
With the cabbage and a fat cabin
And the kiddies and the toys
And the love that will never know the feeling of divorce
There's a void in the work force that will never fill
There are fields you could till that will never ever yield, hmm
So painful, almost painless
Couldn't spot the spot, almost stainless
Same spot for years, almost aimless
She ain't going nowhere, bank looks shameful
Walking in shameless like you ain't dangling
From the skin of your pinky
When Sallie Mae starts to rang-a-lang
Car note, phone bill
Barely orangutan
Electric, gas, rent left you dangling, uh
Where my money at? (Ah-ahh)
We post in the back (ah-ahh)
Picking cotton for the slave masters
Got a pocket full of slave masters
I was in the belly of the beast (yeah)
Slanging E and weed just to get a bite to eat (yeah, yeah)
And I ain't tripping over nothing
'Cause the setup is the setup from the jump and I ain't bluffing
Try to kill us by the dozen,
Talkin' father, mother, sister, brother
Uncle, aunty, cousin (damn)
Is you feeling what I'm saying?
'Cause the problems all the same ain't a damn thing changed
Corporate America
Banish the sons of the melanin heritage
Catch me at a charge If I look like I tan it up
I been on the run from the law what they aiming for?
System's so flawed with the taxes we paying for
Kill us all off, take the flash and the gold from us
Take the bootstrap, tell them pull themselves up
By the same straps, f*ck is that where my money at? Goddamn
Where my money at? (Ah-ahh)
We post in the back (ah-ahh)
Picking cotton for the slave masters
Got a pocket full of slave masters
Picking cotton for the slave masters
Got a pocket full of slave masters (bloodclaat)
I got bills, they're like buildings
I'm like Bob, I just build 'em
Ain't no walls, I got ceilings
They got laws for my feelings
I got bills, they're like buildings
I'm like Bob, I just build 'em
Ain't no walls, I got ceilings
They got laws for my feelings
Where my money at? (Ah-ahh)
We post in the back (ah-ahh)
Picking cotton for the slave masters
Got a pocket full of slave masters
