Money Talk

Yuh, aye, look
Yuh, aye, aye
Yuh, aye, look
Yuh, yuh, aye, got my
Got my hand on my
Got my hand on my glock aye
I just let my, yuh
I just let my money talk, aye

Hand on my glock
I just let my money talk, aye
Tick tock, tick tock
Diamonds on the wrist watch
Flip flops on my feet
Gucci when I pull up
And if he talkin shit I'll
Put some holes in him like donuts

Hand on my piece
You better hope that I don't squeeze
And you best hope I don't see your girl
Cause I'll take her with ease
And I feel just like Sub Zero
I how this choppa make him freeze
I won't ever rat
But you know I get the cheese, bitch
Pull up and I'm stuntin
And I'm flexin Saint Laurent
And you know that I be tuckin
With my all black forces on
And you know that I ain't bluffin
When I aim it at your jaw
And when you're fuckin on your bitch
Just know I hit it raw

Hand on my glock
I just let my money talk, aye
Tick tock, tick tock
Diamonds on the wrist watch
Flip flops on my feet
Gucci when I pull up
And if he talkin shit I'll
Put some holes in him like donuts

Put some holes in him
Now he lookin like swiss cheese
Got twin glocks
Call em' Mary Kate and Ashley
Fast car, Nascar
Can't nobody pass me
Pull up on your block
With a choppa in the backseat
Pullin out my glock
Got him runnin like an athlete
DOO DOO DOO
Leave him bleeding on the concrete
He don't want smoke
Cus I'll pull up with the boys
And I ain't talkin backstreet

My main goal in life is to make sure my family eat
That's why I started rappin and producing all these beats
I'm coming with the fire, yeah I'm coming with the heat
And I come the same way when I pull up to your street, bitch

Hand on my glock
I just let my money talk, aye
Tick tock, tick tock
Diamonds on the wrist watch
Flip flops on my feet
Gucci when I pull up
And if he talkin shit I'll
Put some holes in him like donuts

If she tryna fuck, make her lock her knees
I'm rollin up straight exotic tree
Pull up on your block, I ain't sippin tea
Tonight I'm gon' catch a felony
I'm playin round' on this melody
He saw that his girly be texting me
Now all he feelin is jealousy
Said now all he feelin is, yuh
Counting up my blue strips
You know I really do this
When they listen to my track
I got em sayin "who this"
Lil Loco really ruthless
Riding round with full clips
When I pull up on your block
I really get to shootin

Hand on my glock
I just let my money talk, aye
Tick tock, tick tock
Diamonds on the wrist watch
Flip flops on my feet
Gucci when I pull up
And if he talkin shit I'll
Put some holes in him like donuts
Hand on my glock
I just let my money talk, aye
Tick tock, tick tock
Diamonds on the wrist watch
Flip flops on my feet
Gucci when I pull up
And if he talkin shit I'll
Put some holes in him like donuts

Hand on my glock
I just let my money talk, aye
Tick tock, tick tock
Diamonds on the wrist watch
Flip flops on my feet
Gucci when I pull up
And if he talkin shit I'll
Put some holes in him like donuts



Credits
Writer(s): Jasen Line
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