Money Talk

Lotta nigga talk, you don’t ever get paid

Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade

Lotta nigga talk, you don’t ever get paid

Still kickin’ shit, make a bitch go crazy

Lotta nigga talk, you don’t ever get paid

Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade

Still kickin’ flav’, got my swag on turn up

Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up

All I know, get dough, keep it pimpin’

Taught me that in ’85, never learned nothin’ different

All I see is haters in my rear view

Millions in my windshield, got a clear view

I trained myself, go deaf for a broke nigga

That way when you’re talkin’ I don’t hear you, listen

Still poppin’, give a shit about me

Fuck that shit you talkin’, look at you, see you ain’t ‘bout it

Look at you, see you don’t want it

Should hardly be an opponent

When you sittin’ next to TIP, it look inferior, don’t it?

Give a damn if you don’t know

I’ve achieved everything you could hope for

If being a real nigga turned into a corporation

Look at me, shawty, I should be the logo

Please no photos as I stepped in that Magic

Got four hoes in the two door Bentley, what’s happenin’?

She with the actress, then she come in with me

But if not I leave her, she mean nothin’ to me

I pull up, hop out, give the valet my keys

I run the city, bitch, I’m parkin’ for free

And who the nigga right here talkin’ to me?

There gon’ be problem if you keep botherin’ me, man

I came in this bitch to spend 20’s and 50 G

What you tried to park here? That ain’t my Bentley

You can’t listen to me now, God as my witness

Keep on in your earnin’s I take your opinion

I swear, nigga

Lotta nigga talk, you don’t ever get paid

Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade

Lotta nigga talk, you don’t ever get paid

Still kickin’ shit, make a bitch go crazy

Lotta nigga talk, you don’t ever get paid

Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade

Focused on the money, fuck shit? Forget about it

I bought a Lamborghini, wrecked it, give a shit about it

Get up out it, call a Uber, go and buy a new one

I gotta run a bag up, it’s extra for the blue one

Got 500 bags off in Chattanooga

Go and put it up and take a 100 more, the gang here

Two rules, gettin’ money, nigga, stay real

At all costs, nigga, at all costs, nigga

Take a hit of this and run your balls off

And, nigga, you ain’t really beefin’ if you called off

Play a bit to the left, call it southpaw

Fuck around, get your mouth wired, gotta weed y’all

Better stand down before I be a man down

Guns up, hands down, that’s exactly how I caught y’all

Okay one day I retire, put me in the hall of fame

But you lames don’t forget what I done taught y’all

I put the fear of God in ya

Oh you nigga hard is ya?

I can see the broad in ya, pull your card

Then you gotta make a move, make a choice

Either go out like a bitch or get your ass kicked

God damn that’ll be horrible

So pipe down, nigga