Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Talking, artist - Gunna. Album song Drip Season 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment, Young Stoner Life
Song language: English
Money Talking |
Hear that money talkin', I’m in designer walkin' |
I put that money all in, stack the money by the ten |
Forty thousand for the lens, from a bucket to a Benz |
Nigga know I came to win, I hear that money talkin' |
Hear that money callin', I’m in the mall, I’m ballin' |
I gotta keep the carbon, I ain’t tryna bargain |
I cop the drop-top six, I’m in the top cockpit |
Spit this shit up out the door, niggas know I keep the tone |
I can do it all alone, had to do it for my home |
Niggas 'till I’m movin' on, got some money on the phone |
Got them shows on my own, fifty-seven for the shows |
Puttin' rappers on they toes 'cause they know I ain’t tote |
I can never break the code, I will never ever fold |
This some shit I woulda hoped |
And then pulled up in a Rolls |
Everybody used to kick doors |
'Till I pulled up on copy road, and seen a spot full of yams |
I sold my first car and got a half a bag and started breakin' down grams |
Now I’m textin' Uncle Sam, but the fucker started scammin' |
Now I’m hoppin' on the 'Gram, me and Nechie in a Lamb' |
Had to show 'em who I am, had to show 'em who I was |
Had to show 'em what I want, rockstar with a bunch |
Niggas do it for the front, 'cept you should do it for the ones |
Tryna hit like Barry Bonds, make a million every month |
Hear that money talkin', I’m in designer walkin' |
I put that money all in, stack the money by the ten |
Forty thousand for the lens, from a bucket to a Benz |
Nigga know I came to win, I hear that money talkin' |
Hear that money callin', I’m in the mall, I’m ballin' |
I gotta keep the carbon, I ain’t tryna bargain |
I cop the drop-top six, I’m in the top cockpit |
Every time you see I poke my chest out |
And my life been lookin' good, but I been stressed out |
For them niggas who talkin' big, you know they chests out |
Why the fuck you buy a vest? |
You want yo' head clocked |
And when that money talk we cappin' out, what we live now |
Killin' everythin' but the kids now, that how it is now |
I used to be broke, I walk around with a ten now |
Ready to just spend on anythin' that I feel now |
Through these chrome heart lenses, I see it all, yeah |
I see the hate, I see the fake, I see the flawed, yeah |
Fuck it we gon' ball, yeah, Stevie Wonder, see we gettin' cake, we gettin' it |
all, yeah |
And we ain’t playin' with these hoes 'cause we don’t hear them all yeah |
Never fall, I stand tall on it, shit, I just hit the light and cashed out on |
I bought a Mulsanne, and a new chain, you niggas too lame |
Kickin' flavor like I’m Lu Kang from the south, but I ain’t 2 Chainz |
Hear that money talkin', I’m in designer walkin' |
I put that money all in, stack the money by the ten |
Forty thousand for the lens, from a bucket to a Benz |
Nigga know I came to win, I hear that money talkin' |
Hear that money callin', I’m in the mall, I’m ballin' |
I gotta keep the carbon, I ain’t tryna bargain |
I cop the drop-top six, I’m in the top cockpit |