Boss Hogg Outlawz - Badge On My Neck lyrics

(talking:) You know, if money could talk my n***a It'd kinda sound, like this here mayn That's me n***a, k**a Gorilla B.H.O., we serving and collecting n***a run it (Hook: x2) Big badge on my necklace, candy paint on my ride I'm gripping Louis Va-Slugga, with peanut bu*ter inside I drop the top when I slide, I drop the top when I slide Dr-drop the top when I slide, it make the boppers go crazy (Kyleon:) You see I make money money, make money money money f** with it, you gon take twenty bullets from me Rubberband Banks, pockets full of dead honkeys Addicted to carbohydrates, I'ma bread junkie Only time I lose weight, when I'm pushing Forgive me Lord, I might not be a saint but I'm pushing Cup full of oil I'm bush'n, selling it like Arabs Two diamond chains, look like they cabs Blue over grey slabs, with the low pros on it f** 3's, gotta be 4's when I roll on it My money like wood, it's mandatory that I hold on it And I keep a deaf ear, when a hoe want it You got prop money, I got block money So F-Y-I, k**a getting guac' honey I'm a real baller, these boys just act like it I heard talk cheap, but k**a got sacks pouches (Hook x2) (Kyleon:) Big chain big car, big money big bar What I'm pouring up, cause I'm a big star Fly cat, you can find me where that sky at G-4 leering through kush clouds, I'm on a fire sack Money talk, I'm all ears for the convo I got the coke but not the one, come with your combo I'm so dope boy fresh, I got em on deck I'm talking bout stacks, where the rubberbands at Like T.I.P, I do it B-I-G Cause I'm a bad boy, off in the V.I.P. With top models I pop bottles, and I swallow The best champagne, that money can buy me If you think a n***a slipping, come and try me And I'ma oput the bluck-blucka, to a b**h's body And send a b**h n***a body, to the sky like Heidie Then hit the presidential suites, while you chill off in the lobby (Hook x2) (Kyleon:) I hear you talking cash sh**, but you sounding like foreigners Dead presidents on me, call k**a coroner Spender and a lender, y'all n***az just borrowers So all your cheap talking, don't bother us I got VVS do', y'all n***az got flaws Pockets full og big Franks, and I ain't talking hot dogs Kyle's style hot dog, yeah but not yall's That's why my money talk, and y'all pockets lock jaw (Hook x2)