"Guapanese" lyrics

Gotta let this bitch breathe
Uh
They say money talks, huh
These niggas let they money talk
Matter fact, I don't think I ever heard him speak, he got a funny walk
They say money talk

Ayy
All these niggas ever really talk about is money
I think all these niggas got to talk about is money
His man's locked up, he can't bond him out, it's funny
God forbid, they chalk him out and find out it's no money (Damn)
It's a stack of ones just like him and they hide behind the twenty
Come outside, ain't nobody finna jump you
Gave us conclusions, we didn't even have to jump to
I know that Kutcher stopped, but somebody else punked you
Manufactured beef, you can't get this from no butcher shop
All my cash cows grass-fed, you can smell it when I come through (You can smell it when I come through)
Pull up in some old school shit, it make the hookers stop (Huh)
Told her, "Keep walkin', baby"
I know you know them same dollars, keep talkin'
Only want the handicaps when we parkin'
Probably won't catch me snorkelin'
Surface level shit put you in deep water, it's
Shit's crazy to see
Motherfuckers sound crazy to me
But I guess we lettin' money talk (But I guess we lettin' money talk)
It sounds so much different than how niggas look
It feels so much different than how niggas walk
They say money talks, huh