Money Talk lyrics

[Verse]
I got a coupe from off the showroom floor
I used to want the Wraith bad as hell, but them b*tches go too slow
My crib five hundred thou' and some change
Barry got that gold b*tch on his arm, he say he keepin' it plain
I say f*ck it, put some rocks on 'em
Any n*gga get out of line with one of mines, we puttin' Glock on him
I came up off shootin' beans
Not no oranges, no Xans, no pants, n*gga, all jeans
I ain't even have to see the fiends
Brodie held it down for me every play, n*gga, easy cheese
It's some sh*t that I can't say for real
Long live Nard, I think about my n*gga every day for real
Thinkin' 'bout my n*ggas behind the wall and how they livin'
Don't nobody know the sh*t that I go through and how I'm feelin'
We can keep it street, n*gga, wanna beef, we can beef
Fee like T and Meech, cut your water off for the cheap
Game seven, you n*ggas ain't won a game, it's a sweep
A hundred thousand for the truck, this ain't your ordinary Jeep
I ain't your ordinary, I ain't your ordinary rapper
I'm the type to stop the show and up the blick and get to fappin'
Try to put your dirty-ass hands on me and see what happen
Dual driver and a Lam' truck, bro cut off the traction
I cut every n*gga off around me that wasn't solid
Me and Baby in a drop 'Rari flyin' down Collins
Hit Houston, buy a pint of Wock' for the Ben Wallace
We be ridin' around with more chops than some Bin Laden
Told cuddy we gon' get this sh*t together, just be patient
Feel like n*ggas tryna slow me down, they been hatin'
Lately, I been ridin' 'round in spaceships, Forgi' skatin'
I just made reservations, yeah, we eatin' oysters later
Ain't no goin' back and forth, I never been a good debater
I'm the type to leave a thousand-dollar tip for the waiter
I get fresh as hell from nothin', I'm a n*gga with some flavor
Half a million for the crib, don't say sh*t to the neighbors
n*ggas chewed me up and spit me out, I'm all outta favors
Same n*ggas talkin' down used to be beggin' me to save 'em
Same n*ggas broke as hell, can't bring nothin' to the table
These days, a lot of rap n*ggas lyin' fatal
What pole I wanna ride with today? I got options
Two hundred on my dash, I ain't stoppin'
b*tches wanna suck the skin off because I'm poppin'
They don't know a n*gga thuggin', any day, can crash out
I just poured a thousand-dollar pop so I can pass out
Yeah, I took the fast route, I live in a glass house
Pull up S560, but that ain't nothin' to brag 'bout
Could've dropped down, but it wasn't sh*t to cash out
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