Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cash Talk, artist - Figg Panamera. Date of issue: 24.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cash Talk |
| Cash talk, cash talk |
| Baby, you know I make my cash talk |
| Cash walk, baby you know I make my cash walk |
| Cash out, baby you know I brought that cash out |
| Cash out, baby you know I want that cash money |
| Cash money, and you I talk that cash money |
| Cash money, and know I want that cash money |
| Cash money, you I talk that cash money |
| I talk, I talk, I talk, I talk that cash money |
| I’m a Young Thug with an Offset |
| My team strong, we ain’t lost yet |
| Taking trips on a boss jet |
| We counting money, it don’t cost shit |
| We thumbing through it and I’m paranoid |
| Fillmoelanta that’s a lot of boys |
| We smoking loud and that’s a lot of noise |
| Thought it’s Christmas time when they seen the toy |
| Taking my coat and my shoes off |
| Red bottoms, call them Rudolph |
| Red Jag with the roof off |
| With a red bitch with her boots off |
| Designer, designer, designer |
| And all of my diamonds be one of a kind (er) |
| Gucci be down from my head to my feet |
| It’s cash involved and we all gotta eat |
| Pockets on swole when I’m rolling the? |
| Cookies be stuffed in my blunt when I eat |
| She fucking with me, then she paying a fee |
| And she paying a fee, then we making some Gs |
| I don’t think you, I do |
| Really wanna fuck with you |
| But I’d rather let that… |
| I hit the club, I got them bands on me (racks) |
| We ain’t getting searched, they ain’t putting they hands on me |
| Young Thug gon' mac a ho, like? |
| Her outfit tight like it’s Saran on it… |
| Get her in the car and pop a pill |
| Make her play doctor, no Phil |
| MTV, how do I live? |
| She let me nut on her ribs |
| I’m beating my chest like a lion |
| ?, now she the finest |
| Her booty colossal, colossal |
| Her waist look like she on a diet |
| I’m gon' chew you, I’m gon' chew you, chew you |
| I’m gon' chew you like Trident |
| I’m gon' do you, I’m gon' do you, do you |
| I’m gon' do you like violence |
| My niggas they talking 'bout money |
| Dubs, fifties, the hundreds |
| Smoking on gas, fungus |
| Hit a hundred-band juug on Monday |
| I’m kicking it with Bigga Figga, my nigga |
| You know we got bigger figures |
| My momma say «Go read a scripture» |
| Cause I be killing these pussy ass niggas |
| Motion picture, my nigga |
| We sipping on Actavis, good on the liquor (LEAN) |
| My niggas they too official, no whistle |
| These VVS diamonds my nigga, design, no crystals |
| These bitches they love a young nigga |
| They wanna take pictures, they wanna see visuals |
| I’m one of a kind, my diamonds gon' blind |
| My bitches are quarters, no dime |
| You catch me on BET watching, young nigga |
| My nigga, this ain’t no Vine |
| More money than you and your niggas combine |
| My diamonds albine (bino) |
| No, I don’t know you, you broke |
| My niggas move coke |
| On a boat! |