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Money Talk

Money Talk

Hits: 882.8K
Artist: T.I.

Lyrics

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 kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade Still kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up All I know, get dough, keep it pimpin' Taught me that in '85, never learned nothin' 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 talkin' I don't hear you, listen Still poppin', give a shit about me Fuck that shit you talkin', 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 sittin' 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 happenin'? She with the actress, then she come in with me But if not I leave her, she mean nothin' to me I pull up, hop out, give the valet my keys I run the city, bitch, I'm parkin' for free And who the nigga right here talkin' to me? There gon' be problem if you keep botherin' 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 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 kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade 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 a Uber, go and buy 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 more, the gang here Two rules, gettin' 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 beefin' 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 down 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 y'all I put the fear of God in ya Oh you nigga hard is ya? I can see the broad in ya, pull your card 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 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 kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade

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