Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Talk, artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 25.02.2016
Song language: English
Money Talk |
| Hey, you know, a lot of y’all out there man really running y’all mouth |
| Like you just like to hear yourself talk |
| You know what I mean? |
| Talk so much, not knowing if the wagon make the more noise man |
| Haha, get you some money man |
| Lotta nigga talk, you don’t ever get paid |
| Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade |
| Lotta nigga talk, you don’t ever get paid |
| Still kicking shit, make a bitch go crazy |
| Lotta nigga talk, you don’t ever get paid |
| Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade |
| Still kick the flake, I’m a swear I’m gon turn up |
| Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up |
| All I know, get dope, getting paper |
| Taught me that in 85, never learned nothing different |
| All I see is haters in my rear view |
| Millions in my windshield, got a clear view |
| I trained myself, go deaf for a broke nigga |
| That way when you’re talking I don’t hear you, listen |
| Still popping, give that shit to Bobby |
| Fuck that shit you talking, look at you, see you ain’t bout it |
| Look at you, see you don’t want it |
| Should hardly be an opponent |
| When you sitting next to TIP, it look inferior, don’t it? |
| Give a damn if you don’t know |
| I’ve achieved everything you could hope for |
| If being a real nigga turned into a corporation |
| Look at me, shawty, I should be the logo |
| Please no photos as I stepped in that Magic |
| Got four hoes in the two door Bentley, what’s happening? |
| She with the acid, then she come in with me |
| But if not I leave her, she mean nothing to me |
| I pull up, hop out, give the valet my keys |
| I run the city bitch, I’m parking for free |
| And who the nigga right here talking to me? |
| There gon be problem if you keep bothering me, man |
| I came in this bitch to spend 20's and 50 G |
| What you tried to park here? |
| That ain’t my Bentley |
| You can’t listen to me now, God as my witness |
| Keep on in your earnin’s I take your opinion |
| I swear nigga |
| Focused on the money fuck shit? |
| forget about it |
| I bought a Lamborghini, wrecked it, give a shit about it |
| Get up out it, call an Uber, go and get a new one |
| I gotta run a bag up, it’s extra for the blue one |
| Got 500 bags off in Chattanooga |
| Go and put it up and take a 100 motor gang here |
| Too rude, getting money, nigga stay real |
| At all costs nigga, at all costs nigga |
| Take a hit of this and run your balls off |
| And nigga you ain’t really beefing if you called off |
| Play a bit to the left, call it southpaw |
| Fuck around, get your mouth wired, gotta weed y’all |
| Better stand down before I be a man |
| Drown guns up, hands down, that’s exactly how I caught y’all |
| Okay one day I retire, put me in the hall of fame |
| But you lames don’t forget what I done taught ya’ll |
| I put the fear of God in ya |
| Oh you nigga hard is ya? |
| I can see the broad in ya, put your cut |
| Then you gotta make a move, make a choice |
| Either go out like a bitch or get your ass kicked |
| God damn that’ll be horrible |
| So pipe down nigga |