MONEY TALKS (feat. Laddie Moran)

Wait til I get my finances in order
You can't tell me nothing
I'm always moving forward
I ain't even check the rear view
The past
can stay the past
Y'all strayed the path
I kept the map
I did the math
I checked the facts
Look where we at
We finally here
This shit ain't what it appears
Cliche smoke and mirrors
Cliche rats and snakes
He say she say fake
Falsifying plays
Numbers lying to yo face
Streams don't make you great
Streams don't get you paid
That shit overweight
That shit watered down
That shit flooded
Like Noah I'm hoping that we don't drown
Coming up for fresh air
They call us underground,
You ain't getting service
Cause I ain't bouncing off your sound,
The way I vibrate
Can't keep that weak shit all around,
Said we holding weight
Only P we pushing is the pound

Is this what you wanted from me?
Take what I want and then leave
I want in a day what I make in a year
Just wait til I make us all millionaires
Got the neighborhood shook
Let some niggas in here
They locking they doors
And clutching they purse
It's nothing to fear though
Ring in my nose
And anime titties
The internet call me a weirdo
Adrian talk bout a frequency
It's gonna make them look
Like who the fuck is he?
On some DMX now who the fuck we be?
I'm mixing Earl Simmons and Earl Sweat
Screaming fuck the world
And your girl next
Shit cutthroat
I need a bill for mine
Let a stomach growl
Finna kill for mine
Not a metaphor
I really kill for mine
Never fucked with 12
I had to kick the swine nigga
You been a laddie fan
You know I live these rhymes nigga

Sheesh
Overdrafted
Underpaid
Want to run your mouth
You gotta run the fade
Handle mine
I don't run to the net
5:35
Shit I'm up for the check
Finna run it from the plug
How the fuck I'm in debt
Broke nigga
Get some shit up off my chest
I can't pay AROSE
To even mix my records
Hide your bankroll and your baby mama
Spitta getting reckless
If the ice out
then the pipes out
And it's lights out
Then we run his necklace
With my main niggas
Who be with the extras
Ain't no extra bitches
Shit is too expensive
I'm a honest nigga
Gotta tell the hoes
All you get is dick
Can't even pay your phone
She want Lou Vuitton
But what the fuck is those
I'm a rap nigga
In some Jordan 4s
Bag a ten piece
In some Jordan 1s
Said a preemo move
I want to meet the plug
Set the meeting up
And forgot the funds
But she got a gun
So we got the drugs nigga

And I ain't been broke in a minute
I stuck up the plug
I'm running it up
I ain't been broke in a minute
I ain't been broke in a minute
I stuck up the plug
I'm running it up
I ain't been broke in a minute
I ain't been broke in a minute



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Wallace
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