Money Talk
Ah Uh uh you say you caught me at a bad time baby
You say you caught me at a bad time baby
Rollie timed out say you caught me at a bad time
Yeah Im doing alright ain't no need for you to ask why
Yeah this money calling like a ford i pickup
Yeah ain't talk flex but ima make 'em sit up
Take a soul grim reaper
Fill my cup with ounce of litters
I fuck with this money way more then I fuck with some you people
We gone rock out if they come with sticks and I ain't talking beatles
Tryna send that nigga to the devil but I believe in jesus
Real blood I shed eye sight on cartiers
Bitch I go way harder then hard and I ain't talking sex
These niggas opps I'm pulling cards and I ain't talking checks
She wanna fuck me off a pill I don't do no percosex
Money in my pac jeans bitch you better not at me
I know she a super classy bih but she do nasty
Saying they want smoke bih be foreal and drop the addy
I know ima dog I feel like fuck it they can have me
Yeah I'm from the south where all my niggas throwing z's up
All my diamonds hitting like I got em out the freezer
Feeling like I need her I know I don't need her
Money in my pocket overthinking I just re up
All these niggas envy they say I'm the hardest come to money I got plenty
They say I'm the hottest I got hoes that wanna fan me
Put on for all of my ken
All this money I get bout a min
These niggas be broke don't gotta pretend
Wock mhmmhmm this that money talk
Mhmmmhmm this that money talk
Mhmmmhmm this that money talk
Mhmmmhmm I say this that money talk
You say you caught me at a bad time baby
Rollie timed out say you caught me at a bad time
Yeah Im doing alright ain't no need for you to ask why
Yeah this money calling like a ford i pickup
Yeah ain't talk flex but ima make 'em sit up
Take a soul grim reaper
Fill my cup with ounce of litters
I fuck with this money way more then I fuck with some you people
We gone rock out if they come with sticks and I ain't talking beatles
Tryna send that nigga to the devil but I believe in jesus
Real blood I shed eye sight on cartiers
Bitch I go way harder then hard and I ain't talking sex
These niggas opps I'm pulling cards and I ain't talking checks
She wanna fuck me off a pill I don't do no percosex
Money in my pac jeans bitch you better not at me
I know she a super classy bih but she do nasty
Saying they want smoke bih be foreal and drop the addy
I know ima dog I feel like fuck it they can have me
Yeah I'm from the south where all my niggas throwing z's up
All my diamonds hitting like I got em out the freezer
Feeling like I need her I know I don't need her
Money in my pocket overthinking I just re up
All these niggas envy they say I'm the hardest come to money I got plenty
They say I'm the hottest I got hoes that wanna fan me
Put on for all of my ken
All this money I get bout a min
These niggas be broke don't gotta pretend
Wock mhmmhmm this that money talk
Mhmmmhmm this that money talk
Mhmmmhmm this that money talk
Mhmmmhmm I say this that money talk
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Writer(s): Jashaun Jordan
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