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Not talking bout racks I don't want talk no more
A hook by Young I'Sa a 10 fasho
I was dripping I had the Givenchy coat
It came with the title we

Better shoot ya shot if I don't drop
Then you got it by spin the block
Your whole hood gettin' got
Talk ain't enough
Whoop his ass
If they won't smoke,

block, he wuss
Swear my girlfriend Jesus Christ, by the way she be stuck on my wood
Flip them page like a Bible
Way I spend my money, wood
I be prayin'

a time we living in

WW3 underway
Im just privileged

Yada yada
Money talk
Blah blah blah blah
Money talk
Goo goo ga ga
Baby when money lost
cin't nobody

to me
You'd rather be with friendly faces, talk humble beginners
Straight to the top we in the game, pacing
Money on my mind I gotta be patient
Never show

self motivated gettin to dis money now (Uh huh)
I’m self motivated seeing blue Hunnids now (Know ima talk my shit)
You see a star in the makin when I

never trust these hoes
If they calling hang it up
Go on get your money up
Light one up
Scared money never made no money I ant scared
I don’t talk a lot
I

Bout a hundred pair 
Talk about me now yeah 
I'm fresher than that baby hair and 
Yes I got that money so I'm rocking
With that Cartier haters always

making
They use to talk dwn
Now I'm the greatest
(I’m the greatest Yeah
I’m the greatest you knew it)
She get on that perk
And she elevated
My money went

broke no more
I invested in some more gold
Stack ya money keep a low pro
They can never tell what they don't know
Only one had my back was just I
I was

Tubman
N****s talk crazy they tryna talk down on my name I'll put a hole in ya muffin
You play with my money or playing with part of the gang n**** 
That's

talk we gon spin his shit
Doing all these robberies
I got money on my mind ain't nun stoppin me
Throwing money at the strip tear that pole up
I got money

bros)
Really gone talk my shit, (Bitch) I got money in-store (money in-store)
I do not care what you on,10 toes down for the bro's (Bros for bros)
Really

you know that I'm winning
Hoe I can't talk cuz I been on a mission
Not talkin bout money I don't wanna listen
Fuck what you say ion really got interest

foreign yah
Don't talk to that bitch she borin' yah
Too boring yuh
All this money we be storing' yah
Storin' yah
Fill my cup, keep on pourin' yah
Pourin'

I be running with dis shit like I got the Juice
Making money moves girl I cant snooze
Stacking up my blue until my pockets ooze

I be running with

New drop on my wrist I got that water that water
Now splash splash drip I got your daughter your daughter
They talk out they lip my money taller its

Infrared on the beam, when we making bloody moves
Pull up on me I don't wanna talk, lets make money moves
On the corner we gon get it off, that's how ballers

a thousand off this watch you still can't talk to me
It's heavy traffic where I be until they call police
Boy I was raised by them hustlers, cause I forever

talk

When you speak my name (On God)



Course i got the money on sight

If i touched down then it’s going live

Couple bad shawtys by my side

If i

and it made my money talk
All I do is think bout racks all I do is think bout guaps
I be countin up these stacks finna make my money talk

I got the racks,

That shit don't even tick (Tick)
Diamonds dancing, yea they gliss (Gliss)
Got this money from this hit (Hit)
Niggas pay me like it's rent (Rent)
Talk

heart is melting
A sky full of lighters
The night is starry
My money talk to me, schizo
Cut off my ears when you talkin', Van Gogh
No time for audibles,

Large Amounts

Ludacris

The Red Light District [Clean]

2004

screaming on these records that I'm rich
Calling people from my number now I block it 
Cause there's nothing worse then getting haunted by a stalkin' ass