Money Talk

Yeah, I'm up on the scene, got a blade and a beam
 What you motherfuckers know 'bout me?
 All these God-damn bands got a stash of the green
 Yeah, I really get it on three
 Make it flip, make it mother fucking work
 This'll hurt if you really want dirt
 You have got it first on a beat I'ma murk
 Yeah, I'ma burst right back, I'ma lurk
 First of the month, get paid
 Hop back to the range
 Bitch you better know I ain't playing
 If you hate what I'm on you a lame
 Get the fuck out my way
 I don't got time, no time for a fake
 I'ma pop, I'ma rise like a cake
 Never stop, no way I'ma break (yeah)
 I'ma get mine, you should get yours
 I'ma get mine, you should get yours (yeah, yeah)
 Let the money talk, let the bread work
 Let the money talk, let the bread work
 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Bada bing bada boom
 Yeah, I got 5, 6 bitches in the room
 Ain't it 'bout a bitch that you really wanna cool?
 If you ain't got a kid, you can slide for the move
 Surprise, who knew? I ride with a tool
 Your bitch wanna fuck, I advise you move
 I been really 'bout a buck, I don't play by the rules
 And I'm finna live it up, out my way you a fool
 Big, big bread, selling two for forty
 Big, big bed where your hoe gone blow me
 Bitch don't trip, I am not your homie
 You don't know me, smoking OG
 I'ma get mine, you should get yours
 I'ma get mine, you should get yours (yeah, yeah)
 Let the money talk, let the bread work (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Let the money talk, let the bread work
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Let the money talk, let the bread work (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Let the money talk, let the bread work (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)