Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Muney Talk , by - Kenny MuneyRelease date: 14.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |