Money Talk (feat. Chillipino & G-Flipp)

Ay Yuh

Yuh yuh

Ooh

I hit the YNS squad cause you know it's been a minute
We some young ass niggas but we ain't no fucking children
Got Bunz in the back and he whipping in the kitchen
Pope barely hit me back so we in the stu chilling
See the moon through the ceiling but the roof ain't missing
Free Machete out the prison he my nigga and I miss him
Ya he did what he did so that he could keep living
Turned a nigga John Doe don't know his name and he missing

Ay

Don't know his name and he missing
Money motivated so you know we stay flipping
Money on my mind on a million dollar mission
Geeking off a perc and these shits got me itching
Pimp slap a nigga if he wanna get to testing
Sipping on the lean you stay sipping on the tussin'
Fucking on yo bitch got a nigga straight fussing
I'm a hustler ass nigga Imma always stay strutting
You a pussy ass boy so don't even get to fussing
Shoot a nigga in his head leave him with concussion
Stupid nigga try to play me know the repercussions
No discussions

Uh

Got that big chop on me take a nigga wig off him
So many blues think I should be C walking
Seen him shit talking told him to get walking
Got his ass shaking call him little Chris Walkin
New teeth new me bad ass bitch and she sucking on my bean
Call me Dapper Dan Off White looking clean
Mouth full of money see the gold when I cheese
Living like a G got to keep it real for the team
Pull up on a pussy hit him with a green beam

Bitch

Ain't no discussions pay me upfront or you ain't getting nothing
Don't act dumb Imma shoot you and your homies
No I don't fuck with no motherfucking phonies
Taking something from me better say bye to ya mommy

Nigga sneaking round my house thinking that he quiet
Beat his ass down like a one man riot
Back to my business passing birds like a pirate
I don't give a fuck what you dumb niggas heard

Ay we get to the money and we get to the wealth
In a bout 7 months Imma get my own house
YNS blowing up and we wen from rags to riches
Moving outta Show Low cause these nasty bitches
Ya she got some mileage bring the car fax with em
But she got a cute face nice ass and titties
If my niggas gotta ride bet I'm sliding with em
Got some cake in my pocket be the last one sniffing
If you fucking with my opps you get blasted with em
And she walking with a limp I'm breaking backs off bitches

I be smoking fat living life you ain't doing jack you ain't living right
Put that shit in the past I ain't trynna fight
Steady talking back like this boy trynna die
Steal the liver out his back leave him traumatized
Passing packs around the map bout take flight
Bitch don't call back ill be back tonight
Puffing on the mota nigga pass me the pipe
She say she want a real nigga he don't hit it right
Bout to pipe but a nigga pass it to the right