Money Talks Lyrics

Silkk Tha Shocker)

Money talk and uhh cash rules

I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now

What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo

(Silkk Tha Shocker)

Verse: 1

I use to flip birds, now I just flip words

When cops come to get me,

it's because some shit that they heard

Like I'm out to get dough

Like I'm out to get mo

Hacking like 6 to the 4

Like 6 double 0, like

Four, or either two doors

Money no like C to the E O

Oh I forgot like ju don't know

Like I'm out to get cream

Like fiend I just don't fuck around

Just bust around

Till niggas get the fuck out of town

I wanted the house, so I got the house

I wanted the car, so I got me the car

Don't start, cause no heart is what got me this far

I the type of nigga that don't give a fuck

Just walked up and laughed at the cop

Type of nigga to go up in traffic

and start blastin the glock

Rap's still down, C huh, pass me the rocks

I don't be playing it serious

I'm actually looked after he shot

It's no love, for y'all 16 bullets

Four slugs peace, ain't no bigger thugs than me and C

So you got the mightious touch,

for all the records you sold

Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, just went gold

I'm like a drug dealer,

I hold nothing less than a quarter

This is my last. last year I was just testing the water

Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo that's my hood

Any fool gotta make this much

I just that good

Money talk and uhh cash rules

I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now

Get money, make money, get money,

get money, make money, get money, make money

(C-Murder)

Verse: 2
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Money, money make the world spin like tops

and two glocks for the motherfuckers we suing my rocks

It's like the movies,

niggas using uzi's wishing for peace

But instead they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull it

You reconsidered, cause I'm bitter,

dumping weapons like litter

After I blast you motherfuckers,

and the niggas that with ya (fool)

A come up is a come up

Haters please don't run up

Or get done up at sun up, cause I never put my gun up (nigga)

Cash rules, it's like possessing my mind

I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for mind

A bitch gotta floss, and I gotta be the boss

Fake niggas getting tossed, cause money talks

(Fiend)

Verse: 3

Well I'm that whompter, Fiendy, want fetachini

cabbage to the collard greeny

Shocker clean, he se me rockin up my dream as genies

Wanna cream me, so I had to join his tightest teamy

Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd Ward Bossalinie

No such terms as let me when we all got plenty

Walking em skinny, cause I never over-looked a penny

Money talks, my whomps, whomps

The ATM, don't play with him,

his money make the dikes wanna lay with him

Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages

Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiter

C uhh, Murder and Silkk, they pay us for our trouble

He maded that platinum go double

That's why money talks

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Chorus

Aiyyo, money talks like most bitches

Sometimes I don't no what to do with these riches

This paper, is just like my misses

All day, fulfilling my wishes

Did ya heard me

We look for money, money never look for us

C-Murder, Bossalinie of the rap industry

Fiend, Mr. Whomp Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones

Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz

Take those

No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by ???

ya heard me