by Wyclef Jean

/ Am G F C /

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Some live for the bill, some kill for the bill
She whine for the bill, grind for the bill
     (and she used to be the sweetest girl)
Some steal for the bill, if they got to pay they bill
     (and she used to be the sweetest girl)
Tonight Wyclef, Akon, Weezy on the bill

In high school she was that girl that make me do the hula hoop around the gym
    (Just to get a peek again, she's a 10)
In high school she was that girl that make me do the hula hoop around the gym
    (Just to get a peek again, she's a 10)
Never thought that she would come and work for the president, Mr. George Washington
    (Where my money at?)
She thought he'd call
    (Where my money at?)
She had a good day, bad day, sunny day, rainy day
All he wanna know is, where my money at?
Closed legs don't get fed, go out there and make my bread
All he wanna know is, where my money at?
She ended up in a road car, bruised up, scarred hard
All he wanna know is, where my money at?
She thought he'd call
    (Where my money at?)

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See I'm going to tell you like Wu told me
Cash rules everything around me
Singing dollar dollar bill y'all (dollar, dollar bill y'all)
Singing dollar dollar bill y'all, yeah (dollar, dollar bill y'all)

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Pimping got harder because, girls got smarter
On the strip is something they don't wanna be a part of
Rather be up in the club shaking for a dub
Then triple times the money and spending it like they want to
They got their mind on they money, money on their mind
They got their finger on the trigger, hand on the nines
Today they feel the struggle, but staying on the ground
Nobody taking from us, and that's the bottom line
But I know there's a drop in the block
You move slow, you getting pressure from cops
You don't know, you got to lay low, because 25 to life is no joke
To all my real gorillas thugging
On top of corners every day struggling
To all the women getting' money, washing dollar bills like laundry

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(Break it down)
She used to be the sweetest girl ever
Now she like sour amaretto
She wears a dress to the T like the letter
And if you make it rain she will be under the weather
She used to run track back in high school
Now she tricks off the track right by school
She takes a loss because she don't wanna see her child lose
So respect her, I'll pay up for the time used
And then she runs to the pastor
And he tells her there will be a new chapter
But she don't feel no different after
And then he asks her... where my money at?

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To all the sweetest girls out there, where my money at?