Shut Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Yowda]
You ain't talk about money , b*tch shut up
Every n*gga 'round me about to come up
A hunnid grand on my accessories
I'm a stunna
40 cal on my waist in case a n*gga wanna run up
Never put the gun up
Heated like the summer
And I live for the moment
So I grind to the sun up
Babygirl want me to cut her
No need to wonder girl
I'll beat it like a drummer
di*k her down
No need to tongue her
Got her offa swag
And ain't no need to fund her
Now she givin me the thumb up
Callin me a plumber
And her friends wanna f*ck me
Cause she braggin how I done her

But man I ain't trippin on that
Right now I'm just focused on rap
And I ain't talkin beats and microphones
I'm talkin bout bricks
But I ain't buildin homes
[Hook]
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
b*tch,shut up,shut up,shut up,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
b*tch shut up,shut up,shut up,shut up

[Verse 2: YG]
You ain't talking about mony,b*tch ,shut up
I got choppers, poppers,Berettas
'Told her is a fixed session
And she let us
Oooh , ridin with the heaters
My n*ggas got stripes its like I’m ridin with the zebras
Hood n*ggas ain't good with the visa
di*k is so good, make your b*tch have a seizure
Just had to give my lil homie 10
Couldn’t see him doin’ life in the pen
‘See them but I wouldn’t want to be them
Cause I’ll be giving that pipe to his BM
You n*ggas aren’t getting paid
You n*ggas are going to church and getting saved
Get bread,get bread ,get bread
And all my n*ggas with them popping like pillheads
[Hook]
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
b*tch,shut up,shut up,shut up,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
b*tch shut up,shut up,shut up,shut up

My roof gone, like my ex-b*tch
She was broke so I moved to the next b*tch
And the next b*tch came with another sl*t
So now when I get paid,it’s a double-up
You n*ggas know what’s up
MOB, ain’t no I.O.U.s, C.O.Ds
f*ck the police and a broke b*tch
I can’t do bad by myself, I don’t need no b*tch
See an old b*tch, that ’s my new thing
Lace her up, now she’s calling me a boo thang
We get money together
That’s how we do things
When she got the bag
You know the shoes came
Hermes on my belt, louie on my feet
Yowda on the rap, mustard on the beat
‘I’ll be in the street, you just industry
Like 50 dollars bills, I’m a G
[Hook] (x2)
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
b*tch,shut up,shut up,shut up,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
You ain't talking about money,b*tch,shut up
b*tch shut up,shut up,shut up,shut up