Money Talk
The fuck?
Ayy
Money talk, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Quarter mil' on the Richard, I'm ballin' out
Half a mil' at the trap, this a haunted house
Fucked your bitch, now she walk like a zombie now (uh)
I'm that nigga her nigga be worried 'bout (yeah)
Pay my lil' 'cuz to gun your big brother down (yeah)
Got them bands, flipped my gang, served the whole town (yeah)
Used to sell pounds, now I sell out shows now (woo)
Yeah, sellin' out shows
Sellin' out fours, I'm back on the road, let's go
Yeah, let's get a bankroll
Until it can't fold, then go get some more, let's go
Yeah, bitch, I'm G.I. Joe (yeah)
Yeah, strapped up just like G.I. Joe, uh
Play with me, your brains get blown
Yeah, yeah, bitch, your brains get blown
Yeah, ballin' too hard, bitch
Look at the score, huh (look at the score)
Yeah, bitch, look at the score (uh)
I'm a nigga with a lot, yeah, everybody know (everybody know)
See this shit tatted on my throat
Yeah, thirties on us, everybody got poles (everybody thirtied up)
Glizock, yeah, he commando (yup)
Yeah, I'm gettin' too much, they thought I sold my soul (what?)
Yeah, they thought I sold my soul (uh, the fuck?)
Bitch, I ain't sold shit
But some pounds, I came from nicks (came from nicks, yeah)
Yeah, uh, I came from nicks
Shout out to my New York bitch (yeah)
Shout out to my New York bitch (ayy)
She another nigga bitch
And shout out to my gang, man (gang)
They love it when I talk that shit (talk your shit, bruh)
Money talk, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (huh?)
Quarter mil' on the Richard, I'm ballin' out (yeah)
Half a mil' out the trap, this a haunted house (huh?)
Fucked your bitch, now she walk like a zombie now
I'm that nigga her nigga be worryin' 'bout (yeah)
Pay my lil' 'cuz to gun your big brother down
Got them bands, flipped my gang, served the whole town (woo)
Used to sell pounds, now I sell out shows now (woo)
Yeah, sellin' out shows
Sellin' out fours, I'm back on the road, let's go
Yeah, let's get a bankroll
Until it can't fold, then go get some more (get some more)
Yeah, bitch, I'm G.I. Joe (yeah)
Yeah, strapped up just like G.I. Joe, uh
Play with me, your brains get blown
Yeah, yeah, bitch, your brains get blown
Blah, blah, thirty in this Glock
I'ma shoot 'til I can't no more (thirty)
I'ma get cake 'til it ain't no more
Yeah, I'ma hustle hard 'til I can't no more (can't no more)
Bah, bah, yeah
Young niggas with me, they trained to go (yup)
Yeah, young niggas with me, they trained to go (yup)
Them young niggas
They can't wait to blow (they can't wait to blow), bang, yeah
Bitch, I'm still the old me (old me)
If you a shooter, show me, yeah (show me)
If you a shooter, show me (show me, what's up, nigga?)
Yeah, yeah, big racks what I'm toting, yeah (big racks)
Big racks what I'm toting, yeah (big racks)
Big racks what I'm toting (racks)
Money talk, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (yeah, yeah)
Quarter mil' on the Richard, I'm ballin' out (yeah)
Half a mil' at the trap, this a haunted house
Fucked your bitch, now she walk like a zombie now (uh)
I'm that nigga her nigga be worried 'bout
Pay my lil' 'cuz to gun your big brother down (yeah)
Got them bands, flipped my gang, served the whole town (yeah)
Used to sell pounds, now I sell out shows now (woo)
Yeah, sellin' out shows
Sellin' out fours, I'm back on the road, let's go (let's go)
Yeah, let's get a bankroll
Until it can't fold, then go get some more (get some more)
Yeah, bitch, I'm G.I. Joe (yeah)
Yeah, strapped up just like G.I. Joe, uh (yeah)
Play with me, your brains get blown
Yeah, yeah, bitch, your brains get blown (yeah)
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Yup
Ayy
Money talk, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Quarter mil' on the Richard, I'm ballin' out
Half a mil' at the trap, this a haunted house
Fucked your bitch, now she walk like a zombie now (uh)
I'm that nigga her nigga be worried 'bout (yeah)
Pay my lil' 'cuz to gun your big brother down (yeah)
Got them bands, flipped my gang, served the whole town (yeah)
Used to sell pounds, now I sell out shows now (woo)
Yeah, sellin' out shows
Sellin' out fours, I'm back on the road, let's go
Yeah, let's get a bankroll
Until it can't fold, then go get some more, let's go
Yeah, bitch, I'm G.I. Joe (yeah)
Yeah, strapped up just like G.I. Joe, uh
Play with me, your brains get blown
Yeah, yeah, bitch, your brains get blown
Yeah, ballin' too hard, bitch
Look at the score, huh (look at the score)
Yeah, bitch, look at the score (uh)
I'm a nigga with a lot, yeah, everybody know (everybody know)
See this shit tatted on my throat
Yeah, thirties on us, everybody got poles (everybody thirtied up)
Glizock, yeah, he commando (yup)
Yeah, I'm gettin' too much, they thought I sold my soul (what?)
Yeah, they thought I sold my soul (uh, the fuck?)
Bitch, I ain't sold shit
But some pounds, I came from nicks (came from nicks, yeah)
Yeah, uh, I came from nicks
Shout out to my New York bitch (yeah)
Shout out to my New York bitch (ayy)
She another nigga bitch
And shout out to my gang, man (gang)
They love it when I talk that shit (talk your shit, bruh)
Money talk, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (huh?)
Quarter mil' on the Richard, I'm ballin' out (yeah)
Half a mil' out the trap, this a haunted house (huh?)
Fucked your bitch, now she walk like a zombie now
I'm that nigga her nigga be worryin' 'bout (yeah)
Pay my lil' 'cuz to gun your big brother down
Got them bands, flipped my gang, served the whole town (woo)
Used to sell pounds, now I sell out shows now (woo)
Yeah, sellin' out shows
Sellin' out fours, I'm back on the road, let's go
Yeah, let's get a bankroll
Until it can't fold, then go get some more (get some more)
Yeah, bitch, I'm G.I. Joe (yeah)
Yeah, strapped up just like G.I. Joe, uh
Play with me, your brains get blown
Yeah, yeah, bitch, your brains get blown
Blah, blah, thirty in this Glock
I'ma shoot 'til I can't no more (thirty)
I'ma get cake 'til it ain't no more
Yeah, I'ma hustle hard 'til I can't no more (can't no more)
Bah, bah, yeah
Young niggas with me, they trained to go (yup)
Yeah, young niggas with me, they trained to go (yup)
Them young niggas
They can't wait to blow (they can't wait to blow), bang, yeah
Bitch, I'm still the old me (old me)
If you a shooter, show me, yeah (show me)
If you a shooter, show me (show me, what's up, nigga?)
Yeah, yeah, big racks what I'm toting, yeah (big racks)
Big racks what I'm toting, yeah (big racks)
Big racks what I'm toting (racks)
Money talk, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (yeah, yeah)
Quarter mil' on the Richard, I'm ballin' out (yeah)
Half a mil' at the trap, this a haunted house
Fucked your bitch, now she walk like a zombie now (uh)
I'm that nigga her nigga be worried 'bout
Pay my lil' 'cuz to gun your big brother down (yeah)
Got them bands, flipped my gang, served the whole town (yeah)
Used to sell pounds, now I sell out shows now (woo)
Yeah, sellin' out shows
Sellin' out fours, I'm back on the road, let's go (let's go)
Yeah, let's get a bankroll
Until it can't fold, then go get some more (get some more)
Yeah, bitch, I'm G.I. Joe (yeah)
Yeah, strapped up just like G.I. Joe, uh (yeah)
Play with me, your brains get blown
Yeah, yeah, bitch, your brains get blown (yeah)
Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
Yup
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Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey, Krishon O'brien Gaines, Tyler Denzel Irwin
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