Money Talks

Lyrics

[Intro: Silkk the Shocker] Money talk and, uhh, cash rules I'm 'bout to get dollars, so don't make us act a fool, now What? Huh? What? Huh? What? Huh? What? Yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: Silkk the Shocker] I use to flip birds, now I just flip words When cops come to get me, it's because some shit that they heard Like I'm out to get dough, like I'm out to get more Hacking like 6 to the 4, like 6 double 0, like Four, or either two doors Money no like a C to the E O Oh, I forgot, like you don't know Like I'm out to get cream Like Fiend, I just don't fuck around Just bust around Till niggas get the fuck outta town I wanted the house, so I got the house I wanted the car, so I got me the car Don't start, cause no heart is what got me this far I'm the type of nigga that don't give a fuck Just walked up and laughed at the cop Type of nigga to go up in traffic And start blastin' the Glock Rap's still down, C huh, pass me the rocks I don't be playing it serious I'm actually, look, after he shot It's no love, for y'all, 16 bullets Four slugs a piece, ain't no bigger thugs than me and C So you got the Midas touch, for all the records you sold Like nope, mad fuck 'em got touch nigga, just went gold I'm like a drug dealer, I hold nothing less than a quarter This is my year, last year I was just testing the water 5 to the 0-4, nigga, yo, that's my hood Any fool gotta make this much, I'm just that good [Hook: Silkk the Shocker] Money talk and, uhh, cash rules We out to get dollars, so don't make us act a fool Get money, make money, get money Get money, make money, get money, make money [Verse 2: C-Murder] Money, money make the world spin like tops And two Glocks for the muthafuckas we suing my rocks It's like the movies, niggas using Uzis wishing for peace But instead they duckin' bullets and the niggas that pull it You reconsidered, cause I'm bitter, dumpin' weapons like litter After I blast you motherfuckers and the niggas that's with ya, fool A come up is a come up, haters please don't run up Or get done up at sun up, cause I never put my gun up, nigga Cash rules, it's like possessing my mind I do a crime and did the time, still hustlin' for mine A bitch gotta floss and I gotta be the boss Fake niggas gettin' tossed, cause money talks [Verse 3: Fiend] Well I'm that whompter: Fiendy, want fettuccini Cabbage to the collard green, Shocker clean He see me rockin' up my dream as genies Wanna cream me, so I had to join his tightest teamy Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd Ward Bossalinie No such terms as let me when we all got plenty Walked 'em skinny, cause I never overlooked a penny Money talks, my whomps, whomps The ATM, don't play with him His money make the dykes wanna lay with him Lyrical liquid paper spittin' stones for cluckers wages Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiter C, uhh, Murder and Silkk, they pay us for our trouble He made that platinum go double That's why money talks [Bridge: Fiend] Ayo, money talks like most bitches Sometimes I don't know what to do with these riches This paper, is just like my misses All day, fulfilling my wishes Did ya heard me? Money talks like most bitches Sometimes I don't know what to do with these riches This paper, is just like my misses All day, fulfilling my wishes Did ya heard me? [Outro: Fiend] We look for money, money never look for us C-Murder, Bossalinie of the rap industry Fiend, Mr. Whomp Whomp, excited prices, Sleepy Eyed Jones Silkk the Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz Take those No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by [?] Ya heard me?