Gotta let this bitch breathe Uh They say money talks, huh These niggas let they money talk Matter fact, I don't think I ever heard him speak He got a funny walk They say money talk
Ayy All these niggas ever really talk about is money I think all these niggas got to talk about is money His man's locked up, he can't bond him out, it's funny God forbid, they chalk him out and find out it's no money (Damn) It's a stack of ones just like him and they hide behind the twenty Come outside, ain't nobody finna jump you Gave us conclusions, we didn't even have to jump to I know that Kutcher stopped, but somebody else punked you Manufactured beef, you can't get this from no butcher shop All my cash cows grass-fed you can smell it when I come through (You can smell it when I come through) Pull up in some old school shit it make the hookers stop (Huh) Told her, "Keep walkin', baby" I know you know them same dollars, keep talkin' Only want the handicaps when we parkin' Probably won't catch me snorkelin' Surface level shit put you in deep water, it's Shit's crazy to see Motherfuckers sound crazy to me But I guess we lettin' money talk (But I guess we lettin' money talk) It sounds so much different than how niggas look It feels so much different than how niggas walk They say money talks, huh
Compositores: Jayson Andrew Jenkins (Mick Jenkins), Matthew Bartolo Moleta, Skyler Lamoine Kieler (Kulture.) ECAD: Obra #41532261