Money Quips (Talk That Shit)

Lyrics

Verse 1 Get out my path, get out of my way I don't give a fuck what nobody say You just a pest looking depressed I'm in my best bumping progress Liftin my coupe, living my truth I don't really fuck with no dudes like you When I slide through bitches try to get in my view Acting suicidal cause of all the winning I do Bitch I'm a God, jump on the rod, swallow the wad Even in the odds, leave the fascade We can be peas in a pod I ain't trying to rest in the nest I ain't really willing to settle for less than the best I ain't a pitiful mess with a S on my chest Trying to posses the temp's stress but nevertheless Verse 2 Pulling my duffle bag my hustle is astronomical Your nickle and diming is comical Probably why they shooting, killing and robbing for My peoples feastin, your dudes is beast And I know the reason they gonna get eatin Soon as that duck is in season When they go hunting and thievin Don't plan on leaving them breathin Hard body in my bulletproof black Benz Independent black man cashing in It didn't happen by accident But it happened exactly in the way I imagined it Money in the bag, bad bitches wanna get it Gotta me feeling magnifiscent, mansions and whips and shit Going on trips that so interesting