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Money Man “No Talking” (EPIDEMIC) Prod by Mooktoven Yung Lan
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Money Man
Money Man
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Milan Sunil Modi
Milan Sunil Modi
Composer
Tarik Amir Davis
Tarik Amir Davis
Composer
Tysen Jay Bolding
Tysen Jay Bolding
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MookToven
MookToven
Producer
Yung Lan
Yung Lan
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, where you get that beat from? Mooktoven)
[Chorus]
Ooh, them labels been callin', I don't do no talkin'
The car is a foreign, I don't do no walkin'
I fucked her for hours, endurance, been joggin'
Ooh, I can eyeball the P, I do not need to clock it
The jeweler gon' bust down my chain and my watches
She scream when I hit her, she soundin' obnoxious (Yung Lan on the track)
Ooh, I love when she throw that shit back on me
You smell me, you know that that pack on me
Let's go, you know that them racks on me
These **** sweet like a cavity
Sticked up, you know we ain't havin' it, ooh
I got top shelf in the cabinet, ooh
Come on, you know that them blues on me
Ran that shit up by my lonely
[Verse 1]
Most of these **** untrustworthy
I go grizzly just like a Morant jersey
Had to cut that lil' ho off, yeah, cold turkey
Got the water hose on me, I start squirtin'
We don't separate, might catch the wrong person
I don't ride no waves, I am my own person
I don't take no days off, I just keep workin'
Had to jump in the water, I keep surfing
At the Louis store shoppin', I spent ten
Then I walked out the mall to a new Benz
She just came to the crib and brought two friends
Used to have a traphouse on a dead end
Say my name in a song, they some dead men
Got them racks to the ceiling like 6'10"
Pull up inside a foreign, bae, get in
I'm burnin' exotic while whippin' (Yeah, come on)
Droppin' weight on the bench like I'm liftin', yeah
Red bottoms on me, no Christian (Come on)
I just want you and your best friend
Bae, I won't be like the X-Men
Rather go now like your ex-man
[Chorus]
Ooh, them labels been callin', I don't do no talkin'
The car is a foreign, I don't do no walkin'
I fucked her for hours, endurance, been joggin'
Ooh, I can eyeball the P, I do not need to clock it
The jeweler gon' bust down my chain and my watches
She scream when I hit her, she soundin' obnoxious
Ooh, I love when she throw that shit back on me
You smell me, you know that that pack on me
Let's go, you know that them racks on me
These **** sweet like a cavity
Sticked up, you know we ain't havin' it, ooh
I got top shelf in the cabinet, ooh
Come on, you know that them blues on me
Ran that shit up by my lonely
Written by: James Maddocks, Milan Sunil Modi, Tarik Amir Davis, Tysen Jay Bolding
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