Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money Talks (feat. Master P, Silk and Fiend) , by - C-Murder. Release date: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Money Talks (feat. Master P, Silk and Fiend) |
| 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) |
| 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 |
| 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) |
| 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 |
| 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 |