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Yeah , see , see , nowadays , young niggas get allot of money See, the fact is that young niggas, is self employed, now We livin' in a time-frame, where it's all big business We gotta understand that the young niggas, is runnin' big business This is how we gon do it, check it out Before I sing another song, ha Nigga, owe me money, I take away your belonging, ha No prolonging, hoo 'Till you give me my money you see me every mornin', ha Got somethin' wicked for all the niggas, you callin', ha Fuck with the stallin', ha Split a nigga, till his shit, leave him a little boy, hoo Watch a nigga, crawlin', ha Pay my money or you better keep, you hall in, ha Dig up, on my, get money, niggas, so keep fallin', ha Cheers makin' you happy, keepin' your bubble pourin', ha Gettin' money on corners or even if you tourin', hoo Older cats used to do the big money, scorin' Now they, once upon time, money, niggas who start fallin', hoo Niggas, wanna analyze my money like a hawk Money talks, bullshit won't A lotta' jealous niggas, wanna see me outlined in chalk Money talks, bullshit won't Flipmode, get money, stay holdin' down the fort Money talks, bullshit won't Bless every livin' soul, we got playin' the money sport Money talks, bullshit won't I work so hard to get what I got, number one spot Now, I'm hot, hot, hot (What?, What?) I'm hot, hot, hot What?, What? I'm hot, hot, hot, yeah Mansion and a yacht, Baby Blue Nav in the lot Ice on my hands, I got future plans, travelin' to distant lands A hundred G', cash, money comin' out my ass, first to first class Now, I'm a rap nigga, livin' like fast Keep my enemies close, watch what I gross That's why I pack my toast, nowadays cats, adios, uno, dos You fall off and you can't come back You get the hit single, your album sound, wack I give you the leeway, you sound like us, rock like us Squad like us, yeah Niggas, wanna analyze my money like a hawk Money talks, bullshit won't A lotta' jealous niggas, wanna see me outlined in chalk Money talks, bullshit won't Flipmode, get money, stay holdin' down the fort Money talks, bullshit won't Bless every livin' soul, we got playin' the money sport Money talks, bullshit won't Niggas killin' me, talkin' that, 'hope you don't change', shit Hell, yeah, bitch, from the door, I get on some mad gear, shit Type Vibe, carry studs in my ear, shit Who the fuck type 'yellin'?, Say 'crud sellin' Ain't said, 'Hi', in years think I'ma pay they bail and The nine-eight, people get this right I be a diamond in the rough like the Arabian night Goin' after, ends only keepin' friends Makin' they own moves, drivin' their own Benz I'm supposed to change, you just didn't Stuck in low income homes, blamin' Clinton Bitch like me, gon rock till my last batch of breath With a grade full of ascap checks Niggas, wanna analyze my money like a hawk Money talks, bullshit won't A lotta' jealous niggas, wanna see me outlined in chalk Money talks, bullshit won't Flipmode, get money, stay holdin' down the fort Money talks, bullshit won't Bless every livin' soul, we got playin' the money sport Money talks, bullshit won't Corporate niggas want my money, gotta take me to court Yo, Spliff doin things, pursuin' things, I'm gettin' money Chop the hand of the man, who try to take from me My guns go 'pow' from Brook to Moscow Tear a hole in your biddad for messin' wit my triddad Stack ones into lump sums, you know the motto See me on your block with black rob throwin' bottles I'ma hard act to follow, love girls that swallow So crazy, I don't know where I'ma be at tomorrow Yeah, I heard that money talks, so I wrote this commentary Every move that I make for sure is monetary Our squad, legendary, I'ma bump it, till you hear me Spliff, doin' love scenes on big screens with Halle Berry See, it's a serious, serious, serious thing, now Big business, allows young niggas, to comfortably eat Every motherfucking day, now, hee hee, aight Struggle process is now kept to a minimum, hee hee Yeah, I think I'm about to go buy me a couple of motherfucking Sneakers, a couple bags of weed, a motherfucking, 500s-98cl, version And a couple of bitches, ah ha ha |