Lyrics Muney Talk - Kenny Muney, Key Glock

Muney Talk

You gotta turn up my headphones some more
All the way up, like turn it up, up
Yeah, its up there, ayy
Don’t know what you thought, ever since a tot lil bitch I been a boss
Water Voss, on my neck and wrist everybody ask what it cost
Muney talk, yeah, bitch you heard, what muney talk
Money all up in my pocket, prolly whats up in your vault (nigga)
Whenever I talk it costs me
Yeah I turned my teeth to a faucet
Now you see more water than crawfish
This young nigga on, ain’t gettin off me
But if you want, get put in a coffin
Yeah I am rich and Im bossy
Businesses know what Im talkin
Bitch I came in the game cocky
Diamonds they fire, they box it
Nickname my wrist watch rocket
I need my cheese with broccoli
Im a dawg, get these fleas hoes off me
Ridin in the hard top, I got options
Bout to buy a new watch, tell them watch this
Nigga, nigga, yeah Im a nigga with a figures
Ridin in the coupe, no ceiling
Why you on a bucket, like cat litter
All these hoes know Im that nigga
All these hoes dikes gangs hit ‘em
I could make your thot bitch giggle
Or gargle, come get her
Ayy, come get her, come get her up off my pickle
Money hungry, whats for dinner (yeah)
My earrings the size of a lemon (yeah yeah yeah)
Yellow diamonds on, this how Im feelin
Richard Millie on me, that cost a million
My bitch got racks too but she don’t play tennis
Nah, nah, nah, all she do is just play with these balls
Money on my mind put a hoe on pause
Money on my line gotta answer this call (brrp, hello?)
Glizock what the fuck you got going on
Shit, some Paper Route Buisiness holmes
I know, I see you and Kenny gettin it on
Me and my niggas gettin big racks, bookoo
Yeah we been gettin money since Fubu
Don’t know a nigga, shit, who you
roll one or two
These niggas dream bout the money I run through
Runnin through bitches and kick ‘em out kung-fu
Dammit Im ballin and no I can’t fumble
My money long as the hair on Rapunzel
Nigga talkin bout it, gonna text or come on fool
Take a few shots, what you gonna do
Big money talk, get your gun dude
Young rich nigga made my own rules
Still talkin money, broke the phone booth
Im up, and humble
Big green, cucumber
Don’t play, I’ll gun ya