Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money Talk , by - SG Tip. Release date: 12.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Money Talk |
| Money conversations, money talk |
| I’m a schizophrenic, I hear dead people talk |
| Nigga you ain’t rich until your whole crew bosses |
| Got a hundred K stashed away in the coffin |
| These are Gucci shoes, ain’t no red bottoms |
| Fucked her mouth dry, now the bitch havin' head problems |
| Nightmares in my sleep, yeah I think the feds watchin' |
| If it’s beef it’s no sleep, I hear the chopper callin' |
| Mister grim reaper in the cut, I’ma stick you up |
| Fifty K on the backend, I’m goin' to pick it up |
| Spent your bitch tuition on a stripper with a fake butt |
| I’m not your average rapper, bitch I still keep the forty tucked |
| Eighty K on a Hellcat, you can smell the dust |
| Bitch bad but she beat her feet and she ride the bus |
| Zig zag, these niggas start runnin' when this Glock bust |
| Worldwide cash, pussy nigga you a local fuck |
| Money conversations, money talk |
| I’m a schizophrenic, I hear dead people talk |
| Nigga you ain’t rich until your whole crew bosses |
| Got a hundred K stashed away in the coffin |
| These are Gucci shoes, ain’t no red bottoms |
| Fucked her mouth dry, now the bitch havin' head problems |
| Nightmares in my sleep, yeah I think the feds watchin' |
| If it’s beef it’s no sleep, I hear the chopper callin' |
| Late night, I’m countin' up a hundred K |
| I’m getting too much money, I need a bigger safe |
| I’m trappin' hard on the block, you niggas in the way |
| Ain’t no nick or no hard, bitch get out my face |
| I ain’t serving up eight grams or better, bitch I keep the heavy metal |
| Loyal clientele, every J know my fuckin' schedule |
| He say he wanna rob me, ha, nigga you know better |
| I keep a Glock on me, nah, this ain’t show and tell 'em |
| Money conversations, money talk |
| I’m a schizophrenic, I hear dead people talk |
| Nigga you ain’t rich until your whole crew bosses |
| Got a hundred K stashed away in the coffin |
| These are Gucci shoes, ain’t no red bottoms |
| Fucked her mouth dry, now the bitch havin' head problems |
| Nightmares in my sleep, yeah I think the feds watchin' |
| If it’s beef it’s no sleep, I hear the chopper callin' |