Money Talkin

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[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] One thing on my mind, that's to get it I want the world, nigga, and everything that's in it Riding with my niggas, and the fours cocked Take [?] sell them back with interest, that's a pon shop They like "When you gon' stop?" Never, till I'm sitting on top All I know is that green life, gotta [?] my whole block [?] from the bottom map Riding with a thirty shot clip, [?] Young and wreckless, don't test this I'll put you on my check list You feeling lucky today, then I can make your death wish Hard body, we rap them up Scarred body, I'm tatted up Aim for the nose, hit his eyes, Slick Rick, patch him up My young niggas be acting up Check niggas that's acting tough Bar for bar I'm sick [?] that fire, who gon' match them up? Nobody, I'm so Gotti, I wack niggas with no problems Bread in my pocket, [?] ain't having [?] problems That's your problems, starving nigga AK or revolver, nigga Stay in your lane, I'm giving [?] out, I [?] a nigga East side, we mobbin, nigga Lames best respect that, [?] cracked Chin check that, huh [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Riding with my niggas, and we mobbin Best believe if it's beef, you don't want problems Thirty shot clip, that'll solve them Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talking Money talking Money talking Damn right, that's the money talking Money talking Money talking You goddamn right, that's the money talking [Verse 2: Boo] My young niggas riding with them thirty shots My OG's still calling for the [?] My brother locked up, gotta send him [?] My bitch say she straight, watch this paper turn her dyke Got my chain on, fuck it, turn off all the lights I ain't never left, bitch, my money right My hoes bad, I imp hard like 8Ball My MJ's, Gee'd up, catch me, speed up That [?] gone, I'm smoking Money long, can't fold it From the west side of that Chi, [?] [?] my mama [?] Boo ain't speaking, 'cause the money do Hundred round drums, make them killers move Hell na, we don't dance, ho Gudda Gudda blowing money, like a [?] ho I be playing bitches, banjo We so loud, you thought it was a band [?] [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Riding with my niggas, and we mobbin Best believe if it's beef, you don't want problems Thirty shot clip, that'll solve them Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talking Money talking Money talking Damn right, that's the money talking Money talking Money talking You goddamn right, that's the money talking [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] I'm riding with this moola My passanger's my shotgun rider, that's my shooter Nightmare in the streets, call me Gudda Krueger Catch a body then catch a flight, then I lay low in the [?] This is Young Money, Rich Gang, six speed when I switch lanes Me and my girl on [?], bout to hit the beach, and blow big change Still Gudda, ain't shit change Just take a look at my wrist game You reach for that motherfucker, you won't see your wrist again Send a shot, I throw ten back Neck, spine and your shin crack I spot you half a thang, I better get that ten back That's the way it work, that's the way it go I'm screaming "Fuck you, pay me" on the daily, ho Bitch I'm [Chorus: Gudda Gudda] Riding with my niggas, and we mobbin Best believe if it's beef, you don't want problems Thirty shot clip, that'll solve them Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talking Money talking Money talking Damn right, that's the money talking Money talking Money talking You goddamn right, that's the money talking
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Credits
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- Gudda Gudda
- Boo