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, biggy looking boy In the pursuit of a bigger piggy for the coins That's Collateral For the Kodak With the cabbage An the fat cabin With 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 You 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 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 Slangin' E & weed Just to get a bite to eat And I ain't tripping over nothing Cuz the setup is the setup from the jump And I ain't bluffin' Tryin kill us by a dozen Talkin' father, mother, sister, brother Uncle, Aunty, Cousin Is you feelin' what I'm saying Cuz the problems are the same Ain't a damn thing changed Corporate America Banish the sons Of the melanin heritage Catch me a charge If I look like I tan it up I been on the run from the law What they aiming for? System so flawed What the taxes be paying for? Kill us all off Take the flash and the gold from us Take the bootstraps Tell 'em pull themselves up By the same straps Fuck is that? Where my money at? God damn Where my money at? (Ah-ahh) Peoples 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 I got bills They 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 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