Money Talks

Damn it, I love you Steve

Flip the bird, the red light
Phone sex with my ex-wife
Four bottles, one night
I'm on the subway home having fist fights
French fries, a little sriracha
Four in the morning watching Harry Potter
Counting money in my white boxers
You need a little hitch, you know that I gotcha

I got a 40 in the back with your name on it
Walking out the deli with a steak sandwich
Check it in my belly, it's a great sandwich
Wife in the salon and she spray-tannin'
Sweet and Low up in my Powerade
Mix it with Patron in your flower vase
I take a sip, I take the whole jar
And that it, got me done

Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back

Money talks and I talk back
New York Yankees cap on my bald patch
Nunchucks in my backpack
Step too close, I will swing it at your nutsack
Prick you with a thumb tack
Sticky with the blicky in the lunch bag
Wallet heavy, pants saggin' to my butt crack
Baby, you can't touch that

Baby, you won't touch this
But baby, you can touch this
Ash tray for the dutchess
And a plate full of Dunkin' (Donuts)
I got cash in abundance
And a little stash in the dungeon
Wife's cooking up a luncheon
Hogs have meat don't be stingy with the onion

Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back



Credits
Writer(s): Francis Mcnamara, Jim Ryan
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