Money
We still moving weight across RAP street
Yeah that's right
Hm, hmm
I never got free support from nobody
But everybody in the hood wants me to blow money
Come move with my movement
'cause I am what is trending
Later you gon' be bending
And I will not be sending
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
You're fronting coz you got nothing at the back
You claim to have it all but you got nothing that I lack
You should G.O.M.D. at least cut me some slack
I ain't talking circumcision, I'm talking to rappers that are wack
I spend all my money on my dreams
No time to flex, no time to rest, I'm tryna make it beam
CASH RULES EVERYTHING AROUND ME, yeah C.R.E.A.M
I wanna own my own Condo, me and my whole team
Uh, money talks, say it with money or don't talk
That's what they tell me when I say I'm gonna go on tour
They rub it in my face 'cause they know I don't got the dough
But things are looking up and trust me they don't really know
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Yeah!
I heard that money talks
And mine is spitting bars
I've always had a dream of owning 27 cars
Now buy a jet fly a nigga up to planet Mars
My dreads stay longer don't give a fuck if I'm offending S.A.R.Z
Hold up wait
Got like a million on my plate
Getting the muller don't meditate
I think a brother just gon' levitate
Elevate no more coming late
Talking money? Let us negotiate
There's no time to talk much
Got money up that's top notch
Brag much, top off
In the booth with no mask off
All black looking like the policeman with no handcuffs
No high-fives no what's ups
Gangster, put the trigger on, put the trigger on
White chick, put the cameras on, put the cameras on
Why you gotta act like you looking for the muller son
Gangster, put the trigger on, put the trigger on
Jack and Jill went up the hill
Looking for that money feel
DaveeDope got me up on this and Preacher Kingz surely gon kill
Way up I'm in cloud9
Dig deep for that goldmine
It's about time
Celebrate with that cash bruh and that fine wine
Yeah!
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Huuhn!
I'm just tryna make a billi' from this rap shit
They used to mock but now when I drop they cop that shit
'cause it fucking sounds good, call it a classic, call it a classic
Uhn!
You will never see the day waiting for me to fade away
Get a lot of money like everyday is a pay day
Killing other rappers like everyday is a field day
Healing my fellow humans like everyday is a green day
Seeking my personal gain like I'm the evil Jean Grey
Peeking at fame
Waiting and hoping it's picking my name
Feeling insane
'cause this beat I'm killing is filling my brain
D-d-don't be putting no fucking blame on me
Said I'm tryna make a Billi' from this shit
You wanna put the fucking blame on me
Y-y-yo Preacher Kingz, can you believe this motherfucker?
(Ignore A.S.A.P.)
Yeah that's right
Hm, hmm
I never got free support from nobody
But everybody in the hood wants me to blow money
Come move with my movement
'cause I am what is trending
Later you gon' be bending
And I will not be sending
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
You're fronting coz you got nothing at the back
You claim to have it all but you got nothing that I lack
You should G.O.M.D. at least cut me some slack
I ain't talking circumcision, I'm talking to rappers that are wack
I spend all my money on my dreams
No time to flex, no time to rest, I'm tryna make it beam
CASH RULES EVERYTHING AROUND ME, yeah C.R.E.A.M
I wanna own my own Condo, me and my whole team
Uh, money talks, say it with money or don't talk
That's what they tell me when I say I'm gonna go on tour
They rub it in my face 'cause they know I don't got the dough
But things are looking up and trust me they don't really know
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Yeah!
I heard that money talks
And mine is spitting bars
I've always had a dream of owning 27 cars
Now buy a jet fly a nigga up to planet Mars
My dreads stay longer don't give a fuck if I'm offending S.A.R.Z
Hold up wait
Got like a million on my plate
Getting the muller don't meditate
I think a brother just gon' levitate
Elevate no more coming late
Talking money? Let us negotiate
There's no time to talk much
Got money up that's top notch
Brag much, top off
In the booth with no mask off
All black looking like the policeman with no handcuffs
No high-fives no what's ups
Gangster, put the trigger on, put the trigger on
White chick, put the cameras on, put the cameras on
Why you gotta act like you looking for the muller son
Gangster, put the trigger on, put the trigger on
Jack and Jill went up the hill
Looking for that money feel
DaveeDope got me up on this and Preacher Kingz surely gon kill
Way up I'm in cloud9
Dig deep for that goldmine
It's about time
Celebrate with that cash bruh and that fine wine
Yeah!
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Money talks
Say it with money or don't talk
Huuhn!
I'm just tryna make a billi' from this rap shit
They used to mock but now when I drop they cop that shit
'cause it fucking sounds good, call it a classic, call it a classic
Uhn!
You will never see the day waiting for me to fade away
Get a lot of money like everyday is a pay day
Killing other rappers like everyday is a field day
Healing my fellow humans like everyday is a green day
Seeking my personal gain like I'm the evil Jean Grey
Peeking at fame
Waiting and hoping it's picking my name
Feeling insane
'cause this beat I'm killing is filling my brain
D-d-don't be putting no fucking blame on me
Said I'm tryna make a Billi' from this shit
You wanna put the fucking blame on me
Y-y-yo Preacher Kingz, can you believe this motherfucker?
(Ignore A.S.A.P.)
Credits
Writer(s): Roger Wardell, Tytrick Matthews, Curtiss Gene Washington
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