Money Talk

[Intro]
I just wake up with it on my mind, you know
It's like, I go to sleep with it
It's in my pockets, it's all around me, that's all I see
Fast money, slow money. Shit all money good.
It all spend
That's all I know. Get money
That's all I do.

[Verse]
All I know is money, count it up and flip it
I get stupid paper. Pockets fucking ignorant
Long conversations with it. Bitch money talk
Have ya chick leaving my crib....funny walk
I'm so certified. Came up from pumping coke
X on the side . Reggie cousin dro
Bet on it right. I still fuck ya main chick and ex on the side
Damn
Game over I won. Now I need a bad bitch to pour champagne on.
On my Trey shit, open up your mouth
No I'm not a doctor but I take your tonsils out. Feel me
Then get back to the moolah. In and out across state, get you money sooner
Gotta wear a back brace, bitch I been a mover. Got senior citizen dough
Fucking late bloomer

[Chorus]
I just sit back and relax
I just sit back and relax
My money talk for me
I just sit back and relax
I just sit back and relax
And let my money talk for me
He just wanna touch my money
She just wanna fuck my money
My money talk for me
He just wanna touch my money
She just wanna fuck my money
My money talk for me

[Verse]
Money long as King Kong dick
Back and forth to the bank
Ping pong bitch
Green Bay, cheese head, green back shit
Want it all, I'm taking off, I don't bring back shit
Fucking moneyholic
If it was a such thing, guess that's what they call it
Wake up with a stiff hard on for the money
Guess I'm fucking rich, cause I'm coming into hundreds
That sparks her interest
Only loan dick, but I spikes her interest
Make the money move bitch, telekinesis
Money come so quick, flies to feces
That's money out the ass hoe
Don't look, don't reach, don't ask hoe
Middleman, Uncle Sam, cause he tax more
I cut the middleman out, I'm getting mad dough
So what you mad for

[Chorus]

[Verse]
I just get money all day
Can't see you lil niggas
Money in the way
Couldn't be me lil nigga
Ya very best day, no
Came in the game pumping yayo
Fucking Ballatician
Got it off the block, filling the prescription
Money never stop,
Palms don't stop itching
Lace my baby momma up
But she don't stop bitching
And my phone don't stop ringing
Million dollar plots
My brain don't stop thinking
Eye on a hater, they watching how I'm blinging
Got a AK for the pigeons, if they don't stop singing
Put some money on ya head
I Boston marathon run for the bread
Baby wanna fuck, I'm counting dollars instead
Hundred thousand dollar life insurance
Balling when I'm dead

[Chorus]