Money Talks

Damn it, I love you Steve Flip the bird, the red light Phone sex with my ex-wife Four bottles, one night I'm on the subway home having fist fights French fries, a little sriracha Four in the morning watching Harry Potter Counting money in my white boxers You need a little hitch, you know that I gotcha I got a 40 in the back with your name on it Walking out the deli with a steak sandwich Check it in my belly, it's a great sandwich Wife in the salon and she spray-tannin' Sweet and Low up in my Powerade Mix it with Patron in your flower vase I take a sip, I take the whole jar And that it, got me done Money talks and I talk back Money talks and I talk back Money talks and I talk back Money talks and I talk back Money talks and I talk back New York Yankees cap on my bald patch Nunchucks in my backpack Step too close, I will swing it at your nutsack Prick you with a thumb tack Sticky with the blicky in the lunch bag Wallet heavy, pants saggin' to my butt crack Baby, you can't touch that Baby, you won't touch this But baby, you can touch this Ash tray for the dutchess And a plate full of Dunkin' (Donuts) I got cash in abundance And a little stash in the dungeon Wife's cooking up a luncheon Hogs have meat don't be stingy with the onion Money talks and I talk back Money talks and I talk back Money talks and I talk back Money talks and I talk back