Money Talks lyrics

[Verse: Bando Supreme]
Big Pun wit' a big gun
All black diamonds, Pharaohcon
Swing for the fence, Barry Bonds
She only see me when she ain't got nun' on
Mob ties like Al Capone
She eat up the di*k if I'm right, if I'm wrong
Walk in the club, I'm smokin' on strong
Brand new buss' down, it's two-tone
You can get gun down, watch your tone
Pull up the whip' and its sitting on chrome
Chop off the roof, the coupe is a dome
I stay wit' 300, my shooters from Rome
We let it spray just like cologne
f*ckin' your b*tch, her pus*y is warm
Pokin' out, I got the .30, it's pokin' out
You waiting for money? You waiting for clout?
That is the bullsh*t we talkin' 'bout
Shoot at his feet, make him walk it out
The spot too hot, you can't come in this house, yeah
Big gun, when I come through, thinkin' 'bout hidin' your tonguе
Runnin' his mouth, now shots in his lungs
I'm from the south, don't ask where I'm from
Drankin' thе drank, Pimp C
Don't tell me, paranoid off the drank
Some seem fishy, don't know what to think
Pull up wit' shots as fast as you blink
Covered in chains, but I'm not off a ship
Came wit' them blues, they though I was crip
Follow the leader, they follow the drip
I got the Glock, it's right on my hip
Came wit' extended, don't need to reload
Started from ground, I'm off the floor
Said that you real but you fake to the core
I put the b*tch in Dior
Only 'cause that b*tch thicker than rice
Send me a pack and touchdown like Rice
[Verse 2: IceBirds]