MONEY TALKS
Itl Marco
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Rich bitch pull up in a Urus ain't no Mazda How the f*ck you tellin' on your dog Ain't got no honor He in hot water, we gon' treat him like a lobster I'm feelin' old fashioned, I'ma break out the Katana I got digits on my phone, keep the money callin I kick a bitch up out my car for doin' too much talkin I ride around in foreign whips, I don't do no walkin I got a baddie at the crib, she look like Summer Walker Hit it first like Ray J, she bad but she crazy Them boys ain't get no money cause they lazy That broke shit, it don't phase me Slap you if you pay late I keep on jumpin' pay grades if the Jake come chase me Then I'm runnin' like I'm Tay-K F*ck the cops, I'm runnin' Right back to the Maybach It's a short trip, smokin' 12 on the way back Damn, that boy at Tattletail Gon' treat him like a sewer rat Feel like a Michelin chef when I'm cookin' tracks It get lit up in the studio, I'm on one I make a hit, I knock it out just like a home run She keep on grantin' me these wishes just like Wanda I ain't text her back, I like to make her wonder Rich bitch pull up in a Urus ain't no Mazda How the f*ck you tellin' on your dog Ain't got no honor He in hot water, we gon' treat him like a lobster I'm feelin' old fashioned, I'ma break out the Katana I got digits on my phone, keep the money callin I kick a bitch up out my car for doin' too much talkin I ride around in foreign whips, I don't do no walkin I got a baddie at the crib, she look like Summer Walker Hit it first like Ray J, she bad but she crazy Them boys ain't get no money cause they lazy That broke shit, it don't phase me Slap you if you pay late I keep on jumpin' pay grades if the Jake come chase me Then I'm runnin' like I'm Tay-K Bitch im him , quit playin', What I do, I make it rain Knock some sense into they brain Make em' stay up in they lane They ain't like me, they mundane Good fella, I feel made Coppers knockin', it's a raid I went ghost, M.I.A Had to go and find my bae Showin' skin like a fade Make the money night and day I don't ever take a break Got two bitches lockin' legs Hoppin' in for f*ck's sake Talkin' to these dead prez Like to keep me up late Rich bitch pull up in a Urus ain't no Mazda How the f*ck you tellin' on your dog Ain't got no honor He in hot water, we gon' treat him like a lobster I'm feelin' old fashioned, I'ma break out the katana I got digits on my phone, keep the money callin I kick a bitch up out my car for doin' too much talkin I ride around in foreign whips, I don't do no walkin I got a baddie at the crib, she look like Summer Walker Hit it first like Ray J, she bad but she crazy Them boys ain't get no money cause they lazy That broke shit, it don't phase me Slap you if you pay late, I keep on jumpin' pay grades If that Jake come chase me, then I'm runnin' like I'm Tay-K
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Written by: Robert Hagner, Umberto Bombardiere, Brandon Abramowitz
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