| My money talks, I’m about my paper
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| My money talks, language is translator
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| My money talks, gon need a cash maker
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| My money talks, cuz my money’s so major
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| I’m on this grind so hard you can’t tell me nothing
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| Doing good, so you just keep up that talking cousin
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| Ain’t got no time for these crazy chicken heads to be clucking
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| I’m on tour like a rock star, always in to something
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| I don’t got time for the chitter chatter or phone calls
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| If it ain’t bout Snow making some money then don’t call
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| I’m pushing mixtapes and albums with self-marketing
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| And y’all happen to be falling behind? |
| Well pardon me
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| Let me speed it up a little, so I leave you behind just a little bit more
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| I’m moving up in the game every day, I call the shots and what I say goes
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| Can’t talk cause I’m on the road
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| Swerve through cars when I put that hate on hold
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| Y’all cookie cutter made, I’m Snow White, the tough cookie that broke the mold
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| Coming through cold, stacking up chips like a Pringles factory worker, oh
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| You ain’t know? |
| I’m making moves if you ain’t, what you living for?
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| Money talks and I got a lot of conversation, if you mad, you mad cause you don’t
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| These presidents coming to me regardless, prodigy and T gon blow
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| Money, moolah, bread I’m chasing
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| You see my watch, no time is wasting
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| UPCC we run this shit, didn’t give us nothing we had to take it
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| Middle finger all of them, they didn’t believe so fuck em tho
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| He probably mad I fucked his ho
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| Damn right, and went back for more
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| Money bags and I swear that I be living fast
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| All day, no sleep, I got to feel that money bag
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| Plus I like to smoke weed and keep my body inked up
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| Versace shades ain’t free I got to keep my bands up
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| Summer right around the corner and Imma need a drop top
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| Put out the best product and I can make the block hot
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| Money on my mind, chicken on my plate
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| It’s food on the table, bow your head and say grace |