MONEY TALK LOUD

It's a dark sight
Bet the grass look green from the outside
But the roots dry
Money talk loud, but your heart quiet

His world is lawless over abundant options
Care less 'bout what it costed as long as niggas see him floss it
Bet you never autographed a stub with all these commas
That label ain't loan you bread to treat these hoes to Benihana
Haha, best proceed with caution
They don't plant no seed, then pick the flower from your garden
Niggas was just watching 'til you popped off
So they could pop in and say
"Hahah, nigga, I remember you from way back then"
Huh? Oh, you remember me from way back when?
Remind me why you never gave my shit a play back then
Only skeptics live in fear and then project it
Can't break out from the septic, so they play past tense (Uh-huh)

Only feel alive when I'm caving in
Only feel alive money chasin'
Only feel alive when I'm about to die
Only wanna die when I'm satisfied
So tell me what I'm gonna do now
Watch it all burn to the ground
Wait 'til it all goes south
Maybe I should shut my mouth
Before I drown

It's a dark sight
Bet the grass look green from the outside
But the roots dry
Money talk loud, but your heart quiet

So many times he felt it before
Can't even see himself in the mirror no more
Killed his soul, but he passing the torch
White kids in suburbia's rappin' for sport
Repping gangs, clicks, and hoods
Fake Glocks like crooks
Pain pushing the pen
Product selling again
For corporations pushing like kingpins
The struggle turn a profit out like reparations
So it sinks in
He sips lean, smokes his weed
Thought you grow happy when money growing on trees
Life gave you all of the lemons that you can squeeze
Nigga, you live a life many only see in their dreams
Still you

Only feel alive when you caving in
Only feel alive money chasin'
Only feel alive when you about to die
Only wanna die when you satisfied
So tell me what you gonna do now
Watch it all burn to the ground
Wait 'til it all goes south
Maybe you should shut your mouth
Before you drown

All the money in the world make a nigga wanna die, die
The beauty and the struggle make us grind to stay alive-live
You could have it all, but it comes with sacrifice-fice
You could have it all, but you gotta pick your vice-vice

All the money in the world make a nigga wanna die, die
(It's a dark sight)
The beauty and the struggle make us grind to stay alive-live
(But the roots dry)
(Bet the grass looks green from the outside)
You could have it all, but it comes with sacrifice-fice
(It's a dark sight)
You could have it all, but you gotta pick your vice-vice
(But the roots dry)
(Money talk loud, but your heart quiet)

Money talk loud, but your heart quiet
Money talk loud, but your heart quiet