Money Talk (feat. AstrowJo & Flatt)

Uhh

Yeah

Astro, B.G.O., Flatt

Damn

I don't think they ready for this one

Uhh

Hmmmm

Trust nobody but the bag I'ma give my bands a call.

You can talk to my bitch, don't talk to my bag, I'ma let that lead talk

No cap we knock em off fourth quarter baby we gotta ball

Okay I been lost before but I ain't gotta trip about a bitch no more

Real as the real give a fuck how you feel people gon switch

He say he got steel he in the field I know he a lick

He ain't gonna pop my shit how you pop my shit when you ain't gotta stick?

I was down on my dick I ain't ask for shit but I still got the drive to get rich

I ain't ask for shit but I still got the drive to get rich

Bein in the streets get dangerous swear if you make it people gon hate you later

All of that gang shit won't save you

Hmmm

What's the point of life if you ain't makin it safer? Don't count on God to save you

I seen things no stranger people gon fall like Jenga

Got that syrup no maple he want the smoke no vapor

He took the shot no chaser not even madness could save him

Name on his shirt like he play for the lakers sorry that's life you ain't ever gon change it playin the cards that were put on the table

Yeah and I heard it's cold outside

Keep north pole on my side for my dogs and all my slimes

I'm forever gon ride yeah Astro

Yeah B.G.O.

Money on my mind now it's my time can't waste no time so I'm really on the grind trying to make shit mine aye aye

Got money on my mind now it's my time can't waste no time so I'm really on the grind trying to make shit mine aye aye

Yeah it's Josa and I'm really bout vibe up on the beat

I know you hear me talkin to ya why ya talkin over me

I let my money talk I let my bands talk

If you got a problem swear to God I'll let my hands talk

I got me a bag and I'm runnin it up New car new crib Yeah I'm livin it up

If I'm throwin a party I'ma rent out the club

I'm stacking up bands you can keep your dubs aye

Yeah I'm gonna go get it then I'ma make me a million

Then I'ma go buy a mansion and stack up bread to the ceilings

Thats my entire envision I won't stop till I am finished

This isn't luck I am gifted my team up we steady winning

Killin it from the beginning they got all my money printing

Forgive me God cause I'm sinning

That drink it got my head spinning

I see the light in the distance

It's B.G.O. are you listening I'm just flowing and spitting

Yeah Josa

Aye yuh

Yeah that bag talk

It be coming in we gotta get it

Stack my cash tall this shit lookin higher than the ceiling

Sent shots off the backboard

Bro gon follow up and he gon lay down with a bad broad

I know she gon fuck me cause I'm winning

Pack just touched down feel like Jared Goff I'm finna blast off

Mad dog bitch I'm big dawg kill shit no Adolf

Hate y'all bitch I hate y'all can't do no fake love

Chris Paul how I cross y'all up in the playoffs

Yeah we up next they all upset this trio greatness

Big checks we get big bread but they was faking

Matrix yeah we dodgin all of that fake shit

Grey Flatt couldn't take it watch how we make it