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letra de money talk! - tony shhnow

[intro]
(i really like to use plugg)
(b-tch)
let’s do it
go, godd-mn
go, go, go, yeah

[chorus]
i’m flexin’ on n-ggas with godd-mn pounds
and the trap go up, we make bands go down
shooter clap him up, we can make his name go ’round
that money talk, n-gga, you don’t make no sound
all my n-ggas gon’ catch up, trappin’ with the racks out
i just hit a play, touchdown
he had a strap, we gon’ put his ass down
i love my dog but i still play with the pounds

[verse 1]
n-ggas always wanna talk about somethin’ but they don’t wanna talk about money
n-gga wanna talk about me but that glock got a d-ck and that b-tch so h-rny
it’s early in the morning
wake up to a check and the birds still yawnin’
it’s a tec on my hip, man, this b-tch so official
cleaner than a whistle, i get paid with my pistol
runnin’ through your trap, rip that b-tch up like some tissue
trap that sack but i rock christian
we ain’t paint the picture then it’s artificial
i perform in that kitchen when i cook that cake
my form flawless when i put them pounds on the plate
trappin’, i move with that weight, they like, “he so out of shape”
i ain’t even practice for the game, but i’m still flexin’ every day

[chorus]
i’m flexin’ on n-ggas with godd-mn pounds
and the trap go up, we make bands go down
shooter clap him up, we can make his name go ’round
that money talk, n-gga, you don’t make no sound
all my n-ggas gon’ catch up, trappin’ with the racks out
i just hit a play, touchdown
he had a strap, we gon’ put his ass down
i love my dog but i still play with the pounds

[verse 2]
drop him, toss him, spark him, i’m an arson
we go up like nasa, we gon’ turn into a martian
when it come to flexin’, shawty, i should be a sergeant
don’t you want some bands, dog, ain’t your ass an artist?
i go stupid with that check, my necklace, it go r-t-rded
she keep dancin’ on my stick, i snuck my pistol in the party
peewee longway, my check blue
flexin’ with a piece, finna sh-t on you
want a house in the hills so my shooter got a view
my plug ran a mil’ so i gotta do it too

[chorus]
i’m flexin’ on n-ggas with godd-mn pounds
and the trap go up, we make bands go down
shooter clap him up, we can make his name go ’round
that money talk, n-gga, you don’t make no sound (i really like to use plugg)
all my n-ggas gon’ catch up, trappin’ with the racks out
i just hit a play, touchdown (b-tch)
he had a strap, we gon’ put his ass down
i love my dog but i still play with the pounds

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- tony shhnow

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