Money Talks lyrics

[Intro]
(Oh, nana)
Dammit, I love you Steve

[Verse 1: Frank]
Flip the bird at the red light
Phone sex with my ex-wife
Four bottles, one night
I'm on the subway home having fistfights
French fries, a little Sriracha
Four in the morning watching Harry Potter
Counting money in my white boxers
You need a little hitch, you know that I gotcha

[Verse 2: Maury]
I got a .40 in the back with your name on it
Walking out the deli with a (Steak sandwich)
Check it in my belly, that’s a (Great sandwich)
Wife in the salon and she (Spray-tanned it)
Sweet and Low up in my Powerade
Mix it with Patron in the flower vase
I take a sip, I take the whole jar
And then that **** got me ****** up

[Chorus: Maury]
Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back