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Love talks to everyone
Love talks to everyone
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
I couldn't be a chief, money, money, money
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
I couldn't be a chief, I couldn't be a chief

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a dappa
Your lookin' at your jewelry thinkin' you're a dappa
Now you're round your way tryna say you're a dappa
I'll stop you in your midst with a Blitz Von Clapper

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a don
You're lookin' at your Avirex thinkin' you're a don
Now you're in your ends with your friends, you're a don
I'll catch you by yourself, make your health full gone

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a scones
Your lookin' at your half ounce thinkin' your a scones
Your always walking round tryna sound like a scones
But make no mistake you're a fake, Dizzy knows

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a G
Your lookin' at your fake watch thinkin' you're a G
I see you Stratford Rex tryna flex like a G
Lookin' for your yat, she was sat next to me (okay)

You could be a dappa, you could be a don (what? Ah)
But I ain't watch your face, I don't care where you're from (yeah)
Show me what you're on
Where's your cash? Where's your won?
Show me what you're on
Where's your cash? Where's your won? (Come again)

You could be a scones, you could be a G (scones, G)
But dat's anything that is minor to me (anything, yo)
Show me what you're on
Where's your cash? Where's your won? (Yo)
Show me what you're on
Where's your cash? Where's your won?

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a diva
You're at your dressing table thinkin' you're a diva
But steady tryna walk, tryna talk like a diva
But now you just wonder, an underachiever

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a devil
You're lookin' for a way to cause harm like a devil
You're sitting in your yard talkin' hard like a devil
Cold, bitter, gold digger lookin' for a medal

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a swingers
You're getting up your gums to the boys like a swingers
Your chatting to a breh
You don't care, you're a swingers
But now you're on the floor reading war for beginners

Big shout to the girl who thinks it's a game
You're always chatting air, musta been like a game
You chat this Dizzy man, will return like a game
Don't make me have to skitz
Keep your lips from my name

You could be a dappa, you could be a don (what? Ah)
But I ain't watch your face, I don't care where you're from (yeah)
Show me what you're on
Where's your cash? Where's your won?
Show me what you're on
Where's your cash? Where's your won? (Come again)

You could be a scones, you could be a G (scones, G)
But dat's anything that is minor to me (anything, yo)
Show me what you're on
Where's your cash? Where's your won? (Yo)
Show me what you're on
Where's your cash? Where's your won?

I heard you gotta a problem with me?
Rude boy, listen
Why you tryna make enemies?
Rude boy, listen
Go and get your street family
Rude boy, listen
I'll be waiting patiently
Rude boy, listen

Gotta stop chatting my name
Rude girl, check it
Any little way of getting fame
Rude girl, check it
Me and your man ain't the same
Rude girl, check it
You ain't got no shame
Rude girl, check it

I love girls and
Money, money, money
I got watched faced, I watched
Money, money, money
I worked real hard for the
Money, money, money
And in the paper chase for the
Money, money, money

I'm from the streets so
I couldn't be a chief
Got girls on my case so
I couldn't be a chief
If its arms we can meet 'cause
I couldn't be a chief
I put you in your place 'cause
I couldn't be a chief

You could be a dappa, you could be a don (what? Ah)
But I ain't watch your face, I don't care where you're from (yeah)
Show me what you're on
Where's your cash? Where's your won?
Show me what you're on
Where's your cash? Where's your won? (Come again)

You could be a scones, you could be a G (scones, G)
But dat's anything that is minor to me (anything, yo)
Show me what you're on
Where's your cash? Where's your won? (Yo)
Show me what you're on
Where's your cash? Where's your won?

You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief



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Writer(s): Dylan Mills
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