Money Talks

Three, two, one
Good senses (good senses-)
Oniel got caught, yah men, caught stealing candy
Shit nigga I used to steal candy
(uh-huh) look how your ass turned out
Why you care for some little kids?
Just runnin' off with some wing pops, man
They got a learnin', you know how America works?
Says who?

Uh, cut the convo hip, it ain't about money
Welcome to the city where the streets be flooded
Shots go to dumb to see another body drop
Need a mile for the blood, no telly Who done it?
Swear it's Russia, I want a Coke B, butter
Call me iceberg slim with four holes in the colors
All I ever wanted was a safe full of money
And a down-ass bitch who can match my hustle (A-a-ami on the track, yeah)

On the catch flights, niggas never catch feelings
They might shed a tear if they ever hear me fitn'
The boy gone off hard in the scrimmings
Like Chris Potter's lil' nigga big business
My nigga got killed on the road to the riches
My nigga did a joke, sentence girl ain't visit
Turn one and a two in the kitchen, I'm a wizard
Talk cold on the phone, never know who listenin'

When they want that real, I'm who they listen to
I love my hood, unconditional
I know some goons, so get rid of you
I burn that gas in my interviews
I fuck two twins who identical
I'm from where the coke be plentiful
I use the hustle for tennis shoes
Coppers, they label us criminals

Cut the convo hip, it ain't about money (ain't about money, ain't about money)
Cut the convo hip, it ain't about money (ain't about money, ain't about money)
Cut the convo hip, it ain't about money (ain't about money, ain't about money)
Cut the convo hip, it ain't about money (ain't about money, ain't about money)
(A-a-ami on the track, yeah)

If we ain't talkin' money, I won't talk
Keep it real sharp, we'll just skip the fake love
Look, that's just how it is, that ain't your fault
But maybe it is, though, when the meat's real close
I done had the knife in my own back
I know how it feel, to know it ain't real
That's how you feel, look, fall back
I ain't got no holla' for you

I had to come get this paper, too
Talk shit on track with my day one
Them boys don't do what they say they do
Them boys don't come how they say they come
I don't be worried about none of that
I know how real look I come from that
I get that bread and I let it stay
Money out here ain't no time to check

Cut the convo hip, it ain't about money (ain't about money, ain't about money)
Cut the convo hip, it ain't about money (ain't about money, ain't about money)
Cut the convo hip, it ain't about money (ain't about money, ain't about money)
Cut the convo hip, it ain't about money (ain't about money, ain't about money)
(A-a-ami on the track, yeah)