Money talks (feat. Coffee)

All my **** hit the blocks with your glock thuggin

We livin' proof that you can make somethin' out of nothin

Act the ass when we get it, cause we from the gutter

Money talks all day like Chris Tucker

All my **** hit the blocks with your glock thuggin

We livin' proof that you can make somethin' out of nothin

Act the ass when we get it, cause we from the gutter

Money talks all day like Chris Tucker

I'm a young **** with an old soul, these streets got my heart cold

Jammed up, remember one thing, to always keep your mouth closed

Flint town still gettin' poppin', streets hotter than boilin' water

**** hatin', they bitches on us, the feds watchin', gotta play it smarter

Ballin' hard like MJ, my **** strapped, 23 gang

Three **** with extended clips, wanna test your luck got great aim

Pockets overweight from movin' zips of bubba kush

I'ma tell the whole world we don't need another bush

It's a takeover, go and tell your friend the wait is over

That **** hustle back and that ****'s way colder

Play tough, get soda pop, 20 shots out my 40 glock

Bitch, I get it in, I can hustle hard on any block

Get money, gotta stay on top, grind hard for a big knock

Gotta play it cool, **** waitin' on you, wanna take your spot

I'd rather sit back, get this money count dough

Cause a bitch gon' be a bitch, and a ho gon' be a ho, come on

All my **** hit the blocks with your glock, thuggin

We livin' proof that you can make somethin' out of nothin

Act the ass when we get it, cause we from the gutter

Money talks all day like Chris Tucker

All my **** hit the blocks with your glock, thuggin

We livin' proof that you can make somethin' out of nothin

Act the ass when we get it, cause we from the gutter

Money talks all day like Chris Tucker

It's a nightmare, and I'm the motherfuckin' monster

Don't make me mask up, get tactical and stalk you

For my cash, I'ma ask, you smashin' everything I pass

I like my bitches high class, with a whole lotta ass

When she walk, it's like a model, and she shaped like a bottle

Turn her up, and then she swallow, boy oh boy don't catch these hollows

When I enter in the room, I'm probably Burberry or Izzy smellin

You go and kick it with a bitch, probably Pissy smellin

I see these pussies still got nine lives, and these rats turn master slantin

How you chillin' with your mans, knowin' he snitched on your ****

Many streets fucked up, time to organize, find a plug

Hit the hood with them pies, wish **** would realize

This social shit is real lies, on this song he say he got it

But askin' for a ride, that's classic, huh

You get a man while they package, huh

You stuffin' money in the mattress, hun, you back was bummed

All my **** hit the blocks with your Glock thuggin

We livin' proof that you can make somethin' out of nothin

Act the ass when we get it, cause we from the gutter

Money talks all day like Chris Tucker

All my **** hit the blocks with your Glock thuggin

We livin' proof that you can make somethin' out of nothin

Act the ass when we get it, cause we from the gutter

Money talks all day like Chris Tucker