Money Talks

Ha Haaaaa

Yeah Yeah, Whats Good Ya’ll

You already know who it is…

Your boy Jadakiss…

You nah mean…

with P.Gutter…

Money Talks (Its Gutter Baby)

Let’s Do It…

My dough rising I need more than 10 fingers to count it

coming in from every angle it got me surrounded

You making money pile I’m over here making a mountain

Covered in water like I just jumped out of a fountain

You went to da strip club and threw a couple thousand

Thats cool I got enough to make it rain Louboutains

Lamborghinis and houses cant fit it all in my trousers

Been a surgeon wit da pen since 14 like Doogie Howser

Never had a liquor license but I always had bars

Before I had a driver’s license I was driving foreign cars

The streets taught me how to get credit without a charge

I wasn’t big and puffy but I knew I’d always be large

They said I would never make it was all a facade

But the proof is in the Porsche when I park it in my garage

I from da projects wit a felony dead end jobs

is what that landed me but I kept fighting against odds

Back me into a corner, yeah

and I’m a come out swinging

Lighting strikes like a viper you couldn’t dodge

I always been a underdog

but nowadays they put respect on my name when they see it on metal cards.

That black amex came wit a whole lotta jealousy

I smack it on the counter so they know that its hard.

Now I trap sole like Bryson Tiller a Fear of Gods on my feet Triple Black like my sheets when I

manage.

Don’t even bother tappin in if your money short

If it aint about money I dont wanna talk

Check your band width I think you got a bad connection

Aint no service where you live

You Know what it is

Pandemic over now the pressure on

Name a mumble rapper you want me to strap a stretcher on

They call me bougie cause I rap about designer

They should pay a cover charge cause every bar is upper echelon

And every shooter gotta weapon on

You’ll die trying to get rich off of these diamonds on my neck and arm

This aint a movie but it feels like a director’s cut cause every clip loaded up is extra long

This is the raw they been expecting long

Imma serve it in its purest form coke we never steppin on

Everytime I put this necklace on

Girls start grabbing my belt buckle and the DJs put my records on.

Under this Bape I got protection on

Cause In my hood they’ll be shooting up the club by the 2nd song.

The money talking but you ain’t connected cause every time you call my phone it start clicking

like a metronome.

They’ll clean you up like household disinfectant.

Keep playing in the street and they gone slide on you like da base is gone.

Keep dumpin on you til your face is gone.

You’ll be under dirt laying in the grave deeper than a baratone

I flatten rappers like a herringbone

If you aint talkin money I don’t understand you get Rosetta Stone.

paper shorter than a baby Knome

Change your tone, missing keys couldn’t harmonize if you was Lazie Bone

Don’t even bother tappin in if your money short

If it aint about money I dont wanna talk

Check your band width I think you got a bad connection

Aint no service where you live

You Know what it is