Money Talkin

(feat. Boo)

[Verse 1:]

One thing on my mind and that's to get it

I want the world, nigga, and everything that's in it

Riding with my niggas and them 4's cocked

Take your jewels and sell 'em back with interest - that's a pawn shop

They be like when you gonna stop?

Never, till I'm sitting on top

All I know is that green light

Gotta pull off my whole block

Reporting live from the bottom of the map

Riding with a 30 shot clip, bodies all neck

Don't be reckless, don't test us,

I'll put you on my checklist

You feeling lucky today? Then I can make your death wish

Hard body, we wreck them up,

Scarred body, I'll tear it 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

Ball for ball, I'm sick with that fire,

Who's gonna match 'em up?

Nobody, I'm so Gotti, I whack niggas with no problem

Red in my pocket groin, I ain't never havin dope problems

That's your problem, solve it nigga, AKO revolver nigga

Stay in your lane, I'm giving coffins out, I'll morgue a nigga

East Side, we mobbing, nigga,

Lames best respect that

Jaw jacking, gon get your jaw cracked, chin check that

[Hook:]

Riding with my niggas and we mobbin'

Best believe if it's beef you don't want problems

30 shot clip, that'll solve 'em

Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talkin'

Money talkin', money talkin'

Damn right, that's the money talkin'

Money talkin', money talkin'

God damn right, that's the money talkin'

[Verse 2:]

My young niggas ridin' with them 30 shots

My old G still calling for the blunt

My brother locked up, gotta send him cakes

My bitch says she straight, watch this paper turn to dank

Got my chain on, fuck it, turn off all the lights

I ain't never left, bitch my money right

My hoes bad, I pimp hard like 8 ball

My MJ's G'd up,

Wanna catch me? Speed up

That boof gone, I'm smokin,

Money loan came for that

From the west side of that shot and on my mama, I done met Oprah

Yeah, Boo ain't speaking 'cause the money do

100 round drums make the killers move

Hell no, we don't dance hoe

Gudda Gudda blowing money like a bad hoe

I be playing bitches, banjo

Weed so loud you thought it was a bando

[Hook:]

Riding with my niggas and we mobbin'

Best believe if it's beef you don't want problems

30 shot clip, that'll solve 'em

Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talkin'

Money talkin', money talkin'

Damn right, that's the money talkin'

Money talkin', money talkin'

God damn right, that's the money talkin'

[Verse 3:]

I'm riding with this mula

My passengers, my shotgun, rider, that's my shooter

Nightmare on any street, call me Gudda Krueger

Catch a body then catch a flight then I lay low in Aruba

This is young money, rich game,

6th speed when I switch lanes

Me and my girl don't be a skank,

'Bout to hit the bitch and blow big chains

Still Gudda, ain't shit changed,

Just take a look at my wrist game

You reach for that motherfucker you won't see your wrist again

Sinner shop on tenth bay,

Next spine and yo shittin crack

I spot you a half of thing I'd better that ten back, yeah

That's the way it work, that's the way it go

I'm screaming fuck you, pay me on the daily, hoe

[Hook:]

Riding with my niggas and we mobbin'

Best believe if it's beef you don't want problems

30 shot clip, that'll solve 'em

Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talkin'

Money talkin', money talkin'

Damn right, that's the money talkin'

Money talkin', money talkin'

God damn right, that's the money talkin'