Lyrics:
oh
Cause these money talk
5 in the morning but we never ever sleep
Always cooking best when my feelings way too deep
I feel like
Super Sonic yah
Imma
pinky covered in Cartier
Dance move
Unless you talk money we don't Understand you
I had to
Brought lil baby on trip out to Cancun
I'm lit and I'm hot
sure to do better by the days
Don't regret, money, power and respect
Just say less, let the money do the talk
Let me stress, always one step ahead
He
to reach for my chain, there's gon' be some drama
I'm from the city where we let it bang, I'm making it rain with all of these commas
They wanna talk down
Oh lemme breath peace is it by force
Uh uh ah is it by force
I never high I know Watin I know talk
I know Watin I dey talk
No tell me Watin dem dey
time to create 'cause there's money to make
To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
Some nights I shed a tear while I said a prayer
Been through
time to create 'cause there's money to make
To be a billionaire takes hard work for years
Some nights I shed a tear while I said a prayer
Been through
Money gettin' low
From givin' it to ho's
By shakin' they ass
And takin' off they clothes
Damn that country bunkin'
Baby got ass like a basketball
white man gets the money
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
Walk and talk, Suzie, walk
makes the money
Take me back to Tulsa
Walk and talk to Suzy walk and talk to Suzy
Walk and talk to Suzy walk and talk to Suzy
Take me back to Tulsa
the money
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa, I'm too young to marry
Aw, look out, man!
Mr. Louis Tierney, now
Aw,
niggas thought we had the same pops
Graduated, gettin' money on the same blocks
But things changed and we ain't end up in the same box
Hearing whispers,
can be away
9 pm it can be here right by the bay
9 pm it can be here till I go away
9pm
Y A I S M A 3
U don’t know me
But talk to me
A B C D E F G
Money nough it affe push pon wheel
Through mi stocking di US di Switish di British
Pile dem tick walk-in fridge keep it keep it
RBC soon owned by me
gon' ride Boat all night
Long just like a Chevy
I fuck my bitches by the sixes
No goin' steady
She wanna borrow money, I'm like no
I just thought that I
alone (yeah)
Yeah, the greatest gift is knowledge itself
They fail to talk about my journey with mission and wealth
I made it here all by my lonely,
All I talk about is money
'Cause that's all I know
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my brand new Monte Carlo
I got that
the car nor to talk of who dey drive
Money on my mind, I stay on my grind
Money dey my mind, I stay for my grind (Na so)
Make you nor envy your brother,
disco, I talk money, that's my lingo
Really thought he was the goat, damn kid, I don't think so
Yuh
At they necks, just like collars
Chopper singing like
non stopping in the studio hip hopping
And like a drive by got everybody ducking
West coast in the house so it's on and cracking
gossip, he gossip)
Fuck what they say, they can't stop me (fuck what they say)
In the field with my money, need choppers (need choppers)
Rest in peace
stalking niggas
And I’m really rich yeah
No I don’t talk to niggas
I come from the trenches
I kill all them niggas
I kill all them niggas
Play with my money
rams
Yes ma'am and I
Just might call your girl a friend
But fuck her like she my girlfriend
Talk to her like she my girl like
Oops you look like my
money up watch the bitch`s come by (come by)
Going back to dogging these bitch they be wasting my time (my time)
Fiji water on my left and a blunt on my
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