Money Talks

Yeah, this money talks

But don't ask me what my money's for

I'm driving in a foreign with a baddie, doing a city tour

Slap the wap when we pop the door

If I had a hundred straps, still I'd want a hundred more

I got killers in my gang, point blank, it's a homicide

Racks in the glove box and smoke in the ride

Bottles deep up in China White, put you on that Channel 5

Don't make me lose my shit when I channel mine

Smoking on these Buddies, need another one, I hope it's written

She just got her nails done, the fuck you mean, ain't tryna bill it

Racks on drip, now I got stylists tryna pattern fittings

Catch him on sight or find his car and put a tracker in it

I was in my cell, nineteen channels on my TV

We set the pressure, whole block was screaming free me

Twenty in the hali, shout my edha for them CC's

And I copped my first spinner off the Sudanese

Take his life before he takes mine

Grab the nine, air the bine, don't be fucking with the wrong side

Hop out, bap, or we can shoot when it's in drive

I'm in the sauna, praying that he turned three-five

And I ain't firing no bullets at his home

I'm running in cribs to press the trigger at his dome

And this blicky came in chrome, I had the food up on the stove

And these guns ain't for show, SK spraying like a hose

Yeah, this money talks

But don't ask me what my money's for

I'm driving in a foreign with a baddie, doing a city tour

Slap the wap when we pop the door

If I had a hundred straps, still I'd want a hundred more

I got killers in my gang, point blank, it's a homicide

Racks in the glove box and smoke in the ride

Bottles deep up in China White, put you on that Channel 5

Don't make me lose my shit when I channel mine

Yeah, we've done seen a hundred bricks but shit, I need a hundred more

Dingers on the strip but up in city, whip Aventadors

Money talks so it's five figures on this Audemars

I can never stop, it's more money till my bag's secured

Ayo KI, need a -, I'm on the way to Brum

Bruddas talk online but in real life, tell me what they done

Looking for these dickheads, can't find 'em, pree their baby mum

They ain't smoking Cali, they be lying, that's a hazy one

I'm in the tizzy, twenty bricks and they TT

I love the money, not them thotties like I'm Chief Keef

Can't call this line if it's not guap, better keep it brief

Anytime we went to lurk, it's like we're playing hide and seek

Anytime we went to glide and couldn't catch, we doubled back

Demons in the whip, you won't see what's in this duffle bag

I'm in the SRT, the trap cooked a G Wags

It's straight facts that all my bruddas seen a hundred bags

Yeah, this money talks

But don't ask me what my money's for

I'm driving in a foreign with a baddie, doing a city tour

Slap the wap when we pop the door

If I had a hundred straps, still I'd want a hundred more

I got killers in my gang, point blank, it's a homicide

Racks in the glove box and smoke in the ride

Bottles deep up in China White, put you on that Channel 5

Don't make me lose my shit when I channel mine