Money and uhh, cash 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 words cops come to get me It's because shit that they heard Like I'm out to get dough, I'm out to get mo' like 6 to the 4 like 6 double 0 like four, or either two doors
Money no like C to the E O, oh I like Ju don't know Like I'm out to get cream, Fiend I just don't fuck around Just bust around till niggas get the fuck out of I wanted the house, so I got the
I the car, so I got me the car Don't start, no heart is what got me this far I the of nigga that don't give a fuck walked up and laughed at the cop
Type of nigga to go up in and start blastin' the glock Rap's still down, C huh, me the rocks I don't be playing it serious, I'm actually after he shot no love, for y'all 16 bullets
Four slugs peace, no bigger thugs than me and C So you got the mighteous touch for all the you sold Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, went gold I'm like a drug dealer, I hold nothing than a quarter
This is my last, last year, I was testing the water Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo my hood Any fool gotta make this much, I just that
Money talk and uhh, cash I bout to get so us act a fool, now Get money, money, get money Get money, make money, get money, make
Money, money make the world spin tops And two for the motherfuckers we suing my rocks It's like the movies, niggas using uzi's wishing for But they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull it
You reconsidered 'cause I'm bitter, weapons like litter After I blast you motherfuckers and the niggas with ya (Fool) A come up is a come up, haters don't run up Or get up at sun up, 'cause I never put my gun up (Nigga)
rules, it's like possessing my mind I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for A bitch floss, and I gotta be the boss niggas getting tossed, 'cause money talks
Well, I'm that whompter, fetachini cabbage to the collard greeny Shocker clean, he see me rockin' up my as genies Wanna cream me, so I had to join his teamy
Seventeen, survivor the 3rd Ward Bossalinie No terms 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 paper spitting stones for cluckers wages Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just a waiter C, uhh, and Silkk, they pay us for our trouble He maded that go double that's why money talks
Money and uhh, cash rules I to get dollars so us act a fool, now Get money, make money, get Get money, make money, get money, make
Aiyyo, money talks most bitches Sometimes I don't no what to do these riches paper, is just like my misses All day, my wishes, did ya heard me?
We for money, money never look for us C-Murder, of the rap industry Fiend, Mr. Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz Take those No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by Ya me?