Money Talk

Lyrics

[Verse] I got a coupe from off the showroom floor I used to want the Wraith bad as hell, but them bitches go too slow My crib five hundred thou' and some change Barry got that gold bitch on his arm, he say he keepin' it plain I say fuck it, put some rocks on 'em Any nigga get out of line with one of mines, we puttin' Glock on him I came up off shootin' beans Not no oranges, no Xans, no pants, nigga, all jeans I ain't even have to see the fiends Brodie held it down for me every play, nigga, easy cheese It's some shit that I can't say for real Long live Nard, I think about my nigga every day for real Thinkin' 'bout my niggas behind the wall and how they livin' Don't nobody know the shit that I go through and how I'm feelin' We can keep it street, nigga, wanna beef, we can beef Fee like T and Meech, cut your water off for the cheap Game seven, you niggas ain't won a game, it's a sweep A hundred thousand for the truck, this ain't your ordinary Jeep I ain't your ordinary, I ain't your ordinary rapper I'm the type to stop the show and up the blick and get to fappin' Try to put your dirty-ass hands on me and see what happen Dual driver and a Lam' truck, bro cut off the traction I cut every nigga off around me that wasn't solid Me and Baby in a drop 'Rari flyin' down Collins Hit Houston, buy a pint of Wock' for the Ben Wallace We be ridin' around with more chops than some Bin Laden Told cuddy we gon' get this shit together, just be patient Feel like niggas tryna slow me down, they been hatin' Lately, I been ridin' 'round in spaceships, Forgi' skatin' I just made reservations, yeah, we eatin' oysters later Ain't no goin' back and forth, I never been a good debater I'm the type to leave a thousand-dollar tip for the waiter I get fresh as hell from nothin', I'm a nigga with some flavor Half a million for the crib, don't say shit to the neighbors Niggas chewed me up and spit me out, I'm all outta favors Same niggas talkin' down used to be beggin' me to save 'em Same niggas broke as hell, can't bring nothin' to the table These days, a lot of rap niggas lyin' fatal What pole I wanna ride with today? I got options Two hundred on my dash, I ain't stoppin' Bitches wanna suck the skin off because I'm poppin' They don't know a nigga thuggin', any day, can crash out I just poured a thousand-dollar pop so I can pass out Yeah, I took the fast route, I live in a glass house Pull up S560, but that ain't nothin' to brag 'bout Could've dropped down, but it wasn't shit to cash out Whoop