"DONT TALK MONEY" lyrics
(Rell On The Track)
(1-800 for you)
Are you in the mafia?
Don't talk money, I'm a nigga with a lot of that
I got real long paper, bitch, I ain't gotta rap
You spendin' all that money on some drank, you should've bought a strap
Bitch think I'm into real estate 'cause I just bought a trap
I was in the Zone, I wasn't thinkin' 'bout no TV screen
Rappin'-ass nigga, we'd throw him in your limousine
I ain't chasin' liquor, but I came with a lemon squeeze
I can't fit this money I just made in my Amiri jeans
Bitch ass so damn fat, I'm like, "What the fuck?"
Rims so big, you gotta damn near hop up out the truck
Niggas in Milwaukee caught me slippin', I had to tighten up
Gotta bring your friend, I ain't really into one-on-ones
Gotta keep them racks, I'm not really hip to 201s
I'd straight forget a bitch exist, use her, one and done
I'd spray a bitch and her friends with some HoBeGone
Hoes say I'm fresh than a bitch and I just threw this on
Bring me all the 19 bottles, we don't want Patrón
I've been in Miami for six days, I don't wanna go home
Nigga, I'ma stand on that business like a stepping stone
Bitch say it's givin' paranoid, I got the pistol close
My bitch'll run a play on a nigga like a give-and-go
Pull up in that Rolls, bad bitch caught the Holy Ghost
You could see I'm gettin' money, rain, sleet, snow, sunny
It ain't even been a whole month and I done made a hundred
Bitch, is you tryna have some fun and make two, three hundred?
We pulled up in two foreigns, y'all back to back in two, three hundreds
Light day chillin', and I got on like two, three hundred
She left the club with me, now dummy man can't find his woman
Damedot Racks, bitch, I'm more richer than your husband
More turnter than your cousin, more player than your uncle
Five bad bitches in my bed, this a royal rumble
If I put the cog on that boy, they gon' do somethin' to him
Come here, pretty bitch, let a real nigga do somethin' to you
RGS the five-letter fam, bitch, get with the movement
Have a bitch drunk, clear kayakin' somewhere in Aruba
I can put your toes in the sand and it's all inclusive
Drank goin' up every day, I need another quart
Ballin' 'bout to turn into a crime, I need another sport
I can't stash the racks in this marble, I need another floor
I ain't satisfied with just one, I need another whore
Bring me all the Don Juli' bottles, we don't want no Rose
I've been in Detroit for two days and I'm ready to go
Bitch tryna kick it, but I said this ain't no field goal
She ain't even asked me for no pape', but she a real ho
My bitch'll run a play on a nigga like a give-and-go
Pull up in that Rolls, bad bitch caught the Holy Ghost
You could see I'm gettin' money, rain, sleet, snow, sunny
It ain't even been a whole month and I done made a hundred
(1-800 for you)
Are you in the mafia?
Don't talk money, I'm a nigga with a lot of that
I got real long paper, bitch, I ain't gotta rap
You spendin' all that money on some drank, you should've bought a strap
Bitch think I'm into real estate 'cause I just bought a trap
I was in the Zone, I wasn't thinkin' 'bout no TV screen
Rappin'-ass nigga, we'd throw him in your limousine
I ain't chasin' liquor, but I came with a lemon squeeze
I can't fit this money I just made in my Amiri jeans
Bitch ass so damn fat, I'm like, "What the fuck?"
Rims so big, you gotta damn near hop up out the truck
Niggas in Milwaukee caught me slippin', I had to tighten up
Gotta bring your friend, I ain't really into one-on-ones
Gotta keep them racks, I'm not really hip to 201s
I'd straight forget a bitch exist, use her, one and done
I'd spray a bitch and her friends with some HoBeGone
Hoes say I'm fresh than a bitch and I just threw this on
Bring me all the 19 bottles, we don't want Patrón
I've been in Miami for six days, I don't wanna go home
Nigga, I'ma stand on that business like a stepping stone
Bitch say it's givin' paranoid, I got the pistol close
My bitch'll run a play on a nigga like a give-and-go
Pull up in that Rolls, bad bitch caught the Holy Ghost
You could see I'm gettin' money, rain, sleet, snow, sunny
It ain't even been a whole month and I done made a hundred
Bitch, is you tryna have some fun and make two, three hundred?
We pulled up in two foreigns, y'all back to back in two, three hundreds
Light day chillin', and I got on like two, three hundred
She left the club with me, now dummy man can't find his woman
Damedot Racks, bitch, I'm more richer than your husband
More turnter than your cousin, more player than your uncle
Five bad bitches in my bed, this a royal rumble
If I put the cog on that boy, they gon' do somethin' to him
Come here, pretty bitch, let a real nigga do somethin' to you
RGS the five-letter fam, bitch, get with the movement
Have a bitch drunk, clear kayakin' somewhere in Aruba
I can put your toes in the sand and it's all inclusive
Drank goin' up every day, I need another quart
Ballin' 'bout to turn into a crime, I need another sport
I can't stash the racks in this marble, I need another floor
I ain't satisfied with just one, I need another whore
Bring me all the Don Juli' bottles, we don't want no Rose
I've been in Detroit for two days and I'm ready to go
Bitch tryna kick it, but I said this ain't no field goal
She ain't even asked me for no pape', but she a real ho
My bitch'll run a play on a nigga like a give-and-go
Pull up in that Rolls, bad bitch caught the Holy Ghost
You could see I'm gettin' money, rain, sleet, snow, sunny
It ain't even been a whole month and I done made a hundred
