(Silkk Tha Shocker)
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Money talk and uhh cash rules
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I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
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What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo
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(Silkk Tha Shocker)
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Verse: 1
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I use to flip birds, now I just flip words
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When cops come to get me,
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it's because some shit that they heard
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Like I'm out to get dough
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Like I'm out to get mo
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Hacking like 6 to the 4
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Like 6 double 0, like
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Four, or either two doors
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Money no like C to the E O
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Oh I forgot like ju don't know
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Like I'm out to get cream
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Like fiend I just don't fuck around
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Just bust around
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Till niggas get the fuck out of town
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I wanted the house, so I got the house
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I wanted the car, so I got me the car
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Don't start, cause no heart is what got me this far
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I the type of nigga that don't give a fuck
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Just walked up and laughed at the cop
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Type of nigga to go up in traffic
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and start blastin the glock
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Rap's still down, C huh, pass me the rocks
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I don't be playing it serious
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I'm actually looked after he shot
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It's no love, for y'all 16 bullets
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Four slugs peace, ain't no bigger thugs than me and C
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So you got the mightious touch,
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for all the records you sold
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Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, just went gold
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I'm like a drug dealer,
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I hold nothing less than a quarter
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This is my last. last year I was just testing the water
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Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo that's my hood
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Any fool gotta make this much
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I just that good
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Money talk and uhh cash rules
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I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
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Get money, make money, get money,
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get money, make money, get money, make money
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(C-Murder)
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Verse: 2
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Money, money make the world spin like tops
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and two glocks for the motherfuckers we suing my rocks
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It's like the movies,
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niggas using uzi's wishing for peace
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But instead they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull it
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You reconsidered, cause I'm bitter,
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dumping weapons like litter
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After I blast you motherfuckers,
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and the niggas that with ya (fool)
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A come up is a come up
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Haters please don't run up
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Or get done up at sun up, cause I never put my gun up (nigga)
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Cash rules, it's like possessing my mind
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I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for mind
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A bitch gotta floss, and I gotta be the boss
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Fake niggas getting tossed, cause money talks
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(Fiend)
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Verse: 3
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Well I'm that whompter, Fiendy, want fetachini
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cabbage to the collard greeny
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Shocker clean, he se me rockin up my dream as genies
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Wanna cream me, so I had to join his tightest teamy
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Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd Ward Bossalinie
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No such terms as let me when we all got plenty
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Walking em skinny, cause I never over-looked a penny
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Money talks, my whomps, whomps
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The ATM, don't play with him,
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his money make the dikes wanna lay with him
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Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages
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Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiter
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C uhh, Murder and Silkk, they pay us for our trouble
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He maded that platinum go double
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That's why money talks
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???
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Chorus
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Aiyyo, money talks like most bitches
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Sometimes I don't no what to do with these riches
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This paper, is just like my misses
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All day, fulfilling my wishes
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Did ya heard me
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We look for money, money never look for us
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C-Murder, Bossalinie of the rap industry
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Fiend, Mr. Whomp Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones
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Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz
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Take those
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No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by ???
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ya heard me
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Money Talks
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C-Murder |