"MONEY TALK" lyrics
(Astronaut Forest)
Yeah, ayy
Money talk, I'm cashin' different languages, I'm fully bunkin'
Freaky bitch, she know I keep it comin', I count blues in dozens
Switchin' up my roster, I got different flavors, kids and cousins
Slurp me up like pasta, it get crazy, I might wet her frontal
Bae, I'm in your city in the Sprinters, I need money printers
Trappin' bubbas, I can make the hundreds look like Billy Kimball
Dump a hundred, now it's back to rappin', might go Jimmy Kimmel
Stackin' quarters, turn that to a million, this shit super simple
Clientele callin', I got exotic for the lowest number
4 a.m. in Vegas, playin' Baccarat with ho for hundreds
I'm global in that trap, you say that number, it get sent to London
Brand new hundred, east Atlanta drummer, he said, "Keep 'em comin'"
Face card, pay me in the bodies, I can get you somethin' worth
But it's a difference in them numbers
In that kitchen cookin', Martha Stewart, wait 'til it start clumpin'
Smoke a zip in thirty minutes, ain't no point in buyin' onions
I can't do no lil' McQueen, that shit strictly for pedestrians
Five hundred just one trip, my mama know the type of quest we in
Hit the pharma, got Armenians, Koreans and the Mexicans
Send 'em on a tracker through the sky, I'm not terrestrial
Super futuristic, I get product out the aliens
Baby call me Big 32, this shit ain't just an alias
.223s and FMJs, you tweak with me, it's suicide
Hundred different flavors, what you want, lil' nigga, you decide
I rock expensive fragrance in my denim, made my ho decide
I could change a city like the day that nigga Hitler died
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, crack the safe and I get organized
Black on black, I'm trappin' opium and servin' quarter line (Nigga)
Money talk, I'm cashin' different languages, I'm fully bunkin'
Freaky bitch, she know I keep it comin', I count blues in dozens
Switchin' up my roster, I got different flavors, kids and cousins
Slurp me up like pasta, it get crazy, I might wet her frontal
Bae, I'm in your city in the Sprinters, I need money printers
Trappin' bubbas, I can make the hundreds look like Billy Kimball
Dump a hundred, now it's back to rappin', might go Jimmy Kimmel
Stackin' quarters, turn that to a million, this shit super simple
Yeah, ayy
Money talk, I'm cashin' different languages, I'm fully bunkin'
Freaky bitch, she know I keep it comin', I count blues in dozens
Switchin' up my roster, I got different flavors, kids and cousins
Slurp me up like pasta, it get crazy, I might wet her frontal
Bae, I'm in your city in the Sprinters, I need money printers
Trappin' bubbas, I can make the hundreds look like Billy Kimball
Dump a hundred, now it's back to rappin', might go Jimmy Kimmel
Stackin' quarters, turn that to a million, this shit super simple
Clientele callin', I got exotic for the lowest number
4 a.m. in Vegas, playin' Baccarat with ho for hundreds
I'm global in that trap, you say that number, it get sent to London
Brand new hundred, east Atlanta drummer, he said, "Keep 'em comin'"
Face card, pay me in the bodies, I can get you somethin' worth
But it's a difference in them numbers
In that kitchen cookin', Martha Stewart, wait 'til it start clumpin'
Smoke a zip in thirty minutes, ain't no point in buyin' onions
I can't do no lil' McQueen, that shit strictly for pedestrians
Five hundred just one trip, my mama know the type of quest we in
Hit the pharma, got Armenians, Koreans and the Mexicans
Send 'em on a tracker through the sky, I'm not terrestrial
Super futuristic, I get product out the aliens
Baby call me Big 32, this shit ain't just an alias
.223s and FMJs, you tweak with me, it's suicide
Hundred different flavors, what you want, lil' nigga, you decide
I rock expensive fragrance in my denim, made my ho decide
I could change a city like the day that nigga Hitler died
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, crack the safe and I get organized
Black on black, I'm trappin' opium and servin' quarter line (Nigga)
Money talk, I'm cashin' different languages, I'm fully bunkin'
Freaky bitch, she know I keep it comin', I count blues in dozens
Switchin' up my roster, I got different flavors, kids and cousins
Slurp me up like pasta, it get crazy, I might wet her frontal
Bae, I'm in your city in the Sprinters, I need money printers
Trappin' bubbas, I can make the hundreds look like Billy Kimball
Dump a hundred, now it's back to rappin', might go Jimmy Kimmel
Stackin' quarters, turn that to a million, this shit super simple
