Lyrics Money Talks - Kutt Calhoun

Money Talks

I can make a referee commit a deadly sin
Make a Strange nigga whip you senseless with a pistol
They call me the shot calla, known to get the party started, get faded,
marks my barber
Soon as I speak my wingspan’s for miles, I meet somewhere you speak where no
weak man’s allowed
I got the power to shower with Halle Berry, devour every soul in ya house if
it’s neccessary
And I’m known to get back, niggas get kidnapped just make phone call to where
ya kids at, it’s fucking real
I wage wars and mean go with the worst of men, get involved with me believe I
bring the hearses in
The police is 50/50, half of 'em with me and the other half is always out to
get me
But I’m protected by the government because of my contacts and I ain’t never
told on a one yet
People love me 'cause the way I talk, the way I look I’m just another bighead
crook
The envy of all people, for rich or for poor, you find me and I give you what
you want more
I hang with the rich