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Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Mony Walk lyrics

I let money talk for me, I ain't gotta say nothin'
I got bad b**hes on me, I ain't gotta say nothin'
If she got a a*s on her, make me wanna f**k some
When she get naked, can't help but throwin' up ones
Let that money talk, let that money talk, yeah, yeah
Let that money talk, let that money talk, ooh, yeah
Let that money talk, let that money talk, yeah
I got racks in my pocket, you can tell how I walk.
(Hoodrich Pablo Juan – Mony walk)

I got racks in my pocket, I got racks in my vault
Yeah, you broke, that ain't my fault, don't call me, don't like to talk
I be fly, money walk, I go shopping in New York
I be drippin' in the sauce, I rock designer, no Lacoste, ooh
Look at my wrist, it's frost, lame a*s n***a be throwin' salt, ooh
Look at my neck, it's a house, f**k from the back and I'm out, yeah, yeah
I put the d**k in her mouth, walk in the store, cash out
Walk in and stand on the couch, shakin' that a*s, she gon' make it bounce
We ain't runnin' out, uh uh, we got money now
Make it rain, ain't no drought, bag that b***h like an ounce
Treat her like a brick, I bust it down, chopper with a hundred rounds
Throw it up, it's fallin' down, we got money by the pound.

I let money talk for me, I ain't gotta say nothin'
I got bad b**hes on me, I ain't gotta say nothin'
If she got a a*s on her, make me wanna f**k some
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When she get naked, can't help but throwin' up ones
Let that money talk, let that money talk, yeah, yeah
Let that money talk, let that money talk, ooh, yeah
Let that money talk, let that money talk, yeah
I got racks in my pocket, you can tell how I walk.

I look like money, ooh, I smell like money
I walk like money, even talk like money
I got designer shoes on me, I got brand new j**els on me
I got Vs on 'em, lonely, I got cheese like Macaroni
I got b**hes and they foreign, stack them dollars even coins
She get naked like it's p**n, I walk in, it started pourin'
I can't f**k that b***h, she borin', I ain't got no heart, it's torn
She gon' top me and it's sloppy, she gon' swallow my newborn
Ooh, laughin' at these n***as while I'm walkin' to the bank
Bust her open like a pint, yeah, we geeked up on the drank
Yeah, she got a fat a*s, that big old booty like a tank
I ain't gotta say nothin', I don't gotta take it blank.

I let money talk for me, I ain't gotta say nothin'
I got bad b**hes on me, I ain't gotta say nothin'
If she got a a*s on her, make me wanna f**k some
When she get naked, can't help but throwin' up ones
Let that money talk, let that money talk, yeah, yeah
Let that money talk, let that money talk, ooh, yeah
Let that money talk, let that money talk, yeah
I got racks in my pocket, you can tell how I walkkk.

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