Money talk and uhh, rules I to get dollars so us act a fool, now What huh, what huh, huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo
I use to flip birds, now I just flip when cops come to get me It's because some shit they heard I'm out to get dough, like I'm out to get mo' Hacking like 6 to the 4 6 double 0 like four, or either two doors
Money no C to the E O, oh I forgot like Ju don't know Like I'm out to get cream, like I just don't fuck around bust around till niggas get the fuck out of town I the house, so I got the house
I the car, so I got me the car Don't start, 'cause no is what got me this far I the type of nigga that give a fuck walked up and laughed at the cop
Type of to go up in traffic and start blastin' the glock Rap's down, C huh, pass me the rocks I don't be playing it serious, I'm actually looked after he It's no love, for y'all 16
Four slugs peace, ain't no bigger thugs me and C So you got the mighteous for all the records you sold Like nope, mad fuck em got nigga, just went gold I'm like a drug dealer, I hold nothing than a quarter
This is my last, year, I was just testing the water Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo that's my Any fool gotta make this much, I just good
Money and uhh, cash rules I bout to get so us act a fool, now Get money, money, get money Get money, make money, get money, money
Money, money make the world spin like And two glocks for the motherfuckers we my rocks It's like the movies, using uzi's wishing for peace But instead they ducking bullets and the niggas pull it
You reconsidered 'cause I'm bitter, dumping weapons like After I blast you motherfuckers and the niggas that ya (Fool) A come up is a come up, haters please run up Or get done up at sun up, 'cause I put my gun up (Nigga)
Cash rules, it's like possessing my I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for A gotta floss, and I gotta be the boss Fake getting tossed, 'cause money talks
Well, I'm that whompter, Want cabbage to the collard greeny Shocker clean, he see me rockin' up my dream as Wanna cream me, so I had to join his teamy
Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd Bossalinie No such as let me when we all got plenty Walking 'em skinny, 'cause I over-looked a penny Money talks, my whomps, whomps, the ATM, don't play him
His money the dikes wanna lay with him Lyrical liquid paper stones for cluckers wages Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just like a C, uhh, Murder and Silkk, pay us for our trouble He maded that platinum go that's why money talks
Money talk and uhh, rules I to get dollars so us act a fool, now Get money, make money, get Get money, make money, get money, money
Aiyyo, money talks like bitches Sometimes I don't no what to do with riches This paper, is just my misses All day, my wishes, did ya heard me?
We look for money, money look for us C-Murder, of the rap industry Fiend, Mr. Whomp Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Take those No Limit soldiers, till the blow up by [unverified] Ya me?