Money Talk

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The fuck?
 Ayy
 Money talk, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
 Quarter mil' on the Richard, I'm ballin' out
 Half a mil' at the trap, this a haunted house
 Fucked your bitch, now she walk like a zombie now (uh)
 I'm that nigga her nigga be worried 'bout (yeah)
 Pay my lil' 'cuz to gun your big brother down (yeah)
 Got them bands, flipped my gang, served the whole town (yeah)
 Used to sell pounds, now I sell out shows now (woo)
 Yeah, sellin' out shows
 Sellin' out fours, I'm back on the road, let's go
 Yeah, let's get a bankroll
 Until it can't fold, then go get some more, let's go
 Yeah, bitch, I'm G.I. Joe (yeah)
 Yeah, strapped up just like G.I. Joe, uh
 Play with me, your brains get blown
 Yeah, yeah, bitch, your brains get blown
 Yeah, ballin' too hard, bitch
 Look at the score, huh (look at the score)
 Yeah, bitch, look at the score (uh)
 I'm a nigga with a lot, yeah, everybody know (everybody know)
 See this shit tatted on my throat
 Yeah, thirties on us, everybody got poles (everybody thirtied up)
 Glizock, yeah, he commando (yup)
 Yeah, I'm gettin' too much, they thought I sold my soul (what?)
 Yeah, they thought I sold my soul (uh, the fuck?)
 Bitch, I ain't sold shit
 But some pounds, I came from nicks (came from nicks, yeah)
 Yeah, uh, I came from nicks
 Shout out to my New York bitch (yeah)
 Shout out to my New York bitch (ayy)
 She another nigga bitch
 And shout out to my gang, man (gang)
 They love it when I talk that shit (talk your shit, bruh)
 Money talk, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (huh?)
 Quarter mil' on the Richard, I'm ballin' out (yeah)
 Half a mil' out the trap, this a haunted house (huh?)
 Fucked your bitch, now she walk like a zombie now
 I'm that nigga her nigga be worryin' 'bout (yeah)
 Pay my lil' 'cuz to gun your big brother down
 Got them bands, flipped my gang, served the whole town (woo)
 Used to sell pounds, now I sell out shows now (woo)
 Yeah, sellin' out shows
 Sellin' out fours, I'm back on the road, let's go
 Yeah, let's get a bankroll
 Until it can't fold, then go get some more (get some more)
 Yeah, bitch, I'm G.I. Joe (yeah)
 Yeah, strapped up just like G.I. Joe, uh
 Play with me, your brains get blown
 Yeah, yeah, bitch, your brains get blown
 Blah, blah, thirty in this Glock
 I'ma shoot 'til I can't no more (thirty)
 I'ma get cake 'til it ain't no more
 Yeah, I'ma hustle hard 'til I can't no more (can't no more)
 Bah, bah, yeah
 Young niggas with me, they trained to go (yup)
 Yeah, young niggas with me, they trained to go (yup)
 Them young niggas
 They can't wait to blow (they can't wait to blow), bang, yeah
 Bitch, I'm still the old me (old me)
 If you a shooter, show me, yeah (show me)
 If you a shooter, show me (show me, what's up, nigga?)
 Yeah, yeah, big racks what I'm toting, yeah (big racks)
 Big racks what I'm toting, yeah (big racks)
 Big racks what I'm toting (racks)
 Money talk, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout? (yeah, yeah)
 Quarter mil' on the Richard, I'm ballin' out (yeah)
 Half a mil' at the trap, this a haunted house
 Fucked your bitch, now she walk like a zombie now (uh)
 I'm that nigga her nigga be worried 'bout
 Pay my lil' 'cuz to gun your big brother down (yeah)
 Got them bands, flipped my gang, served the whole town (yeah)
 Used to sell pounds, now I sell out shows now (woo)
 Yeah, sellin' out shows
 Sellin' out fours, I'm back on the road, let's go (let's go)
 Yeah, let's get a bankroll
 Until it can't fold, then go get some more (get some more)
 Yeah, bitch, I'm G.I. Joe (yeah)
 Yeah, strapped up just like G.I. Joe, uh (yeah)
 Play with me, your brains get blown
 Yeah, yeah, bitch, your brains get blown (yeah)
 Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
 Yup
 

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Duration
02:50
Key
9
Tempo
137 BPM

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