Money Talk lyrics

[Intro]
(I really like to use cash)

[Verse]
Playin' with them bands
Stayin' with lil' bro, I make sure bro not playin'
Stayin' with your b*tch but I know b*tches want them bands
AR on that b*tch but I got b*tches got them hands
Stay with all my n*ggas
Stay around my n*ggas
Stay with all my n*ggas, I got n*ggas got them hands
K on all my n*ggas
Put a K on all my n*ggas
f*ck you thought we playin'?
f*ck I throw them bands
Guap what me and Cash get
(Cash)
Every day outside I come back home with all my bands
b*tch don't wipe his nose, I'll wipe his nose if he come again
I'm so high as hell, [?] slime his man
Just put out the cash, I hope you ready for advance
Take a n*gga b*tch and throw her right back to the clan
Either way it go I'm gettin' right back to these M's
Yeah, gettin' right back to these M's
I take a b*tch soul and put it right back in her hands
[?] go, I put her right back in the stands
I'm so on my own I cannot give you a chance
(b*tch)
Feel like the goat in this b*tch
I put a load in my glick
It feel like a show in this b*tch
This not regular sh*t
Feel like some regular sh*t
(Cash)
But I can't f*ck with no regular b*tch
I just got off with a sack
He lookin' mad as sh*t
I'm in my bag and sh*t
Louie the bag and sh*t
n*ggas just out here braggin'
n*ggas not really havin'
He might just catch a body like a savage
It ain't no gas n*gga I'ma pass it
I hit that hoe one time, it was magic
She like to FaceTime, it was tragic
You not her dad, she callin' you daddy
n*ggas wanna' keep up with the fashion
I put a ring in the trap and get married
Bro with a stick on him like he Harry
That b*tch so bloody like she Mary
I'm gettin' top from this b*tch, her name Mary
You don't wanna' come inside, you be scary
You keep your b*tch around like a Parrot
I got that pack on me, yeah I carry it
(b*tch)