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letra de money talks - st. lunatics

[verse 1: ali]
fresh baldy in a lamborghini
two chains, one derrty, one, you see me
i see you lookin’, the sky, the roof
the doors open up, not out, i’m riding the truth
this that real sh-t, how you riding so clean?
i’m three hundred mil’ off them apple, apple-bottom jeans
if you saw ’em, i’ma clap, all chrome, show ’em left
today the lambo, my swagger mean
some are the jet and i don’t mean the magazine
i’m talking g5, levi’s, amazing j’s
model babes and some bottles of that ace of spade
we won’t by the bar, we by the building, i’m trying to get laid
but it’s money over b-tches so i’m trying to get paid
in the free with that, get hit with the k
real ’round here, believe when i say

[chorus: birdman]
money talk, bullsh-t walk
and you don’t know me if your ass getting caught (believe that)
money talk, bullsh-t walk
but i don’t know what you p-ssy n-ggas thought
but, um, you talking money (money)
talk, what you talking about?
we throw a party at the bank and break a mil’ out
one million, two million, three million, four
five million, six million, seven million, more
[verse 2: city spud]
look, money talk, you can tell it by the chain
my money long, you can tell it by the hang
the benz got that big body, you can tell it by the frame
got a scope on the cheddar, you can tell it by the aim
my swagger bad, my swagger mean
my label derrty, lil’ homie, my money clean
go ask nelly, he’ll tell you what i’m talking about
party at the bank, show you how to walk a million out
ladies love that and n-ggas hating
talking like they did that before but they be faking
so when it’s beef, i got to burn
pop the sh-t, then, n-gga, i got to burn
you got better luck f-cking with another crew
tried the sh-t before, homie, look at what it did to you
get your money right, that show you what the angle is
money talk, n-gga, mine speak different languages

[chorus: birdman]
money talk, bullsh-t walk
and you don’t know me if your ass getting caught (believe that)
money talk, bullsh-t walk
but i don’t know what you p-ssy n-ggas thought
but, um, you talking money (money)
talk, what you talking about?
we throw a party at the bank and break a mil’ out
one million, two million, three million, four
five million, six million, seven million, more
[verse 3: murphy lee]
st. louis homeland, you city, born bread
jiffy white swayed in it, paint like cornbread
had to rent the u-haul to put my son’s toys in it
baby mama’s favorite, f-ck what your boys say
i’m your best friend’s little sister’s screensaver
her older sister is the one i’m seeing later
i’m getting better, boy, grown like a credit score
you know me, i’m like an ass like a metaphor
she said she knew me but i ain’t never met her ‘fore
then she whispered in my ear that she gave me skeletoe
i’m on my new end, now i rock two kicks
one match the hat, the other one match the outfit
one probably in the store, the other one ain’t out here
so if you say you got on my dog-thing, you ain’t got these
it’s been a while but i’m still in my school clothes
better pay your dues instead of buying that fool’s glow

[verse 4: nelly]
your money talk, your money lying
i got whatever, you ain’t talking like mine
lift up your hood, it ain’t the same as mine
i’m just that super-charge, you just bought the same design
boy, i get it, you just had the same in mind
yeah, your watch the same kind but not the same shine
i never claimed to be the number-one rapper
the number-one chopper or the number-one clapper
i’m only stating the facts; what you talking, man?
i’m talking rolls-royce’s and ‘lacs
i picture ten thousand square feet on fifteen acres
picture fifteen minutes, matching fifteen gators
i be bear-sniffing like when i’m stunting out in vegas
got my hand on my car with fifteen jada’s
i call my money instigators, my money bring me instant haters
[chorus: birdman]
money talk, bullsh-t walk
and you don’t know me if your ass getting caught (believe that)
money talk, bullsh-t walk
but i don’t know what you p-ssy n-ggas thought
but, um, you talking money (money)
talk, what you talking about?
we throw a party at the bank and break a mil’ out
one million, two million, three million, four
five million, six million, seven million, more

- st lunatics

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