20,000 (Money Talk)

{Verse 1}

I think I got ‘em mad, I’m acting too pretentious

Stabbed in the back, ain’t have to match it to forensics

Probably pop a bottle with the pastor of my wedding

And I’m saving all my money, cuz rap don’t got a pension

Superstars go broke.. this conversation is for grown folk

I ain’t passing mine, get your own dope

Look him in his face, and then blow smoke

Call me the stove rocker-Harlem globetrotter when I showboat

Tried to tell ‘em it’d be in the Knick of time

I remember days when we used to split a dime

Now I get paid just to a hit a rhyme, i ain’t too good for a 9-5... but I’m too good for a 9-5

A million streams, but can’t sell 20 tickets ?

Somethings not right here, tell me what I’m missing

I’m a super hero when I’m spitting, watch ‘em marvel at the vision, dont be looking at the target when I clip ‘em

Caught him from a distance, I’m an archer with the bullseye

Fuck college bitch, you know im smarter than them school guys

.. get ‘em blessed, like gesundheit

Turn into a wolf at the moonlight, cursed with a new life

Old western gun slinger, shoot the high-noon type

I don’t give a fuck about who nice, I’m worried bout me

I was in the trap making bundles

Make raps in the lab, then it’s back to the hustle

{Chorus 1}

20,000 in the whip

Heard dudes start saying, ‘yo he looking like a lick’

Better wear it if the shoe fits, money talk-think I move bricks ...

Hell’s Kitchen or the Ruth Chris, I’m on cue-like a pool stick

Lose money and the mood switch, I got a new itch

New pair of sneakers like school kicks

{Verse 2}

The margarita was 100 ounces, might as well be a running fountain

I was fucked up in public housing, you a puppet-mouthing words, to a bunch of scoundrels

Still get your face peeled back with scalpels

Throw him a deal If your team in a pinch

One on top, thats three for the flinch

Red beam on the grip, he was looking for the pack

But I got it down pat-33 on the Knicks

{Chorus 2}

20,000 in the whip

Heard dudes start saying, yo he looking like a lick

Better wear it if the shoe fits, money talk-think I move bricks ...

Hell’s Kitchen or the Ruth Chris, I’m on cue-like a pool stick

Lose money and the mood switch, I got a new itch

New pair of sneakers like school kicks

{DJ Scratches}

{Chorus 3}

20,000 in the whip

Heard dudes start saying, yo he looking like a lick

Better wear it if the shoe fits, money talk-think I move bricks ...

Hell’s Kitchen or the Ruth Chris, I’m on cue-like a pool stick

Lose money and the mood switch, I got a new itch

New pair of sneakers like school kicks