letra de money talk - joka-a [buckgang]
hook:
let that money talk
keep that fake sh-t over there with them n-ggas
i ain’t got patience if it’s smoke in the air i lit it
yeah that’s your main b-tch but it don’t seem like she with you b-tch d-mn near took all her clothes off to get a f-ckin’ picture
i don’t want your mouth hoe it’s full of rap n-ggas
keep a patty cake chopper it clap n-ggas
don’t pull up at that red light we 2pac n-ggas
my shooter slime like i’m young thug cause imma big tipper
can’t wear no balmain’s amiri cost me six figures
she went from broke d-ck to f-ckin’ on a rich n-gga
i just got pulled over for 32 in my tint n-gga
don’t be surprised if we pull on your block with six n-ggas
shawty said that she gone make it scream with this magazine
i got exotic dreams smoke exotic green
you n-ggas not the gang you not even the team yeah
b-tch all my n-ggas really from the slum got that big bag on me big pun
yeah yeah
hook:
yeah
run down on that n-gga make’em walk
let that money talk
keep that fake sh-t over there with them n-ggas
i ain’t got patience if it’s smoke in the air i lit it
yeah that’s your main b-tch but it don’t seem like she with you b-tch d-mn near took all her clothes off to get a f-ckin’ picture
verse:
n-ggas be flodgin’ they just be rappin’
i post a pic and don’t put a caption
my money talk chris tucker trappin’
i got that bag her titties plastic
i’m on a whole ‘nother level can’t even catch me
mario kart we spin your block with these bananas
i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no camera but we flash you wanna act
my dawg a magician that n-gga turned into a rat
free black put the system i can’t wait ‘til that n-gga back
he gone blow make out stutter floor any rapper t that wanna chat
put your main hoe around me she get knocked off
my idol wanna flex i knocked his gucci socks off
imma big dawg just like the coupe i took his top off
he cross me he get hot sauce
they gone bring that chalk out
these n-ggas sweetness roll bounce i know you heard what joke ‘bout yeah
hook:
yeah
run down on that n-gga make’em walk
let that money talk
keep that fake sh-t over there with them n-ggas
i ain’t got patience if it’s smoke in the air i lit it
yeah that’s your main b-tch but it don’t seem like she with you b-tch d-mn near took all her clothes off to get a f-ckin’ picture
put your main hoe around me she get knocked off
my idol wanna flex i knocked his gucci socks off
imma big dawg just like the coupe i took his top off
he cross me he get hot sauce
they gone bring that chalk out
hook:
yeah
run down on that n-gga make’em walk
let that money talk
keep that fake sh-t over there with them n-ggas
i ain’t got patience if it’s smoke in the air i lit it
yeah that’s your main b-tch but it don’t seem like she with you b-tch d-mn near took all her clothes off to get a f-ckin’ picture!
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