[KM]
Yeah this money talks
But don't ask me what my money's for
I'm driving in a foreign with a baddie, doing a city tour
Slap the wap when we pop the door
If I had a hundred straps, still I'd want a hundred more
I got killers in my gang, point blank, it's a homicide
Racks in the glove box and smoke in the ride
Bottles deep up in China White, put you on that Channel 5
Don't make me lose my shit when I channel mine
[KM]
Smoking on these Buddies, need another one, I hope it's written
She just got her nails done, the fuck you mean, ain't tryna bill it
Racks on drip, now I got stylists tryna pattern fittings
Catch him on sight or find his car and put a tracker in it
I was in my cell, nineteen channels on my TV
We set the pressure, whole block was screaming free me
Twenty in the hali, shout my edha for them CC's
And I copped my first spinner off the Sudanese
Take his life before he takes mine
Grab the nine, air the bine, don't be fucking with the wrong side
Hop out, bap, or we can shoot when it's in drive
I'm in the sauna, praying that he turned three-five
And I ain't firing no bullets at his home
I'm running in cribs to press the trigger at his dome
And this blicky came in chrome, I had the food up on the stove
And these guns ain't for show, SK spraying like a hose
[KM]
Yeah this money talks
But don't ask me what my money's for
I'm driving in a foreign with a baddie, doing a city tour
Slap the wap when we pop the door
If I had a hundred straps, still I'd want a hundred more
I got killers in my gang, point blank, it's a homicide
Racks in the glove box and smoke in the ride
Bottles deep up in China White, put you on that Channel 5
Don't make me lose my shit when I channel mine
[Maroc]
We've done seen a hundred bricks but shit I need a hundred more
Dingers on the strip but up in city, whip Aventadors
Money talks so it's five figures on this Audemars
I can never stop, it's more money till my bag's secured
Ayo K I need a -, I'm on my way to Brum
Bruddas talk online but in real life, tell me what they done
Looking for these dickheads, can't find 'em, pree their baby mum
They ain't smoking Cali, they be lying, that's a hazy one
I'm in the tizzy, twenty bricks and they TT
I love the money, not them thotties like I'm Chief Keef
Can't call this line if it's not guap, better keep it brief
Anytime we went to lurk, it's like we're playing hide and seek
Anytime we went to glide and couldn't catch, we doubled back
Demons in the whip, you won't see what's in this duffle bag
I'm in the SRT, the trap cooked a G Wags
It's straight facts that all my bruddas seen a hundred bags
[KM]
Yeah this money talks
But don't ask me what my money's for
I'm driving in a foreign with a baddie, doing a city tour
Slap the wap when we pop the door
If I had a hundred straps, still I'd want a hundred more
I got killers in my gang, point blank, it's a homicide
Racks in the glove box and smoke in the ride
Bottles deep up in China White, put you on that Channel 5
Don't make me lose my shit when I channel mine
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