[Chorus: RÄLÏ]
These n***as don't speak my language
I speak sign language
Money, money, money, money
These b**hes don't speak my language
I speak sign language
Money, money, money, money
Money on my f**ing mind
Money, money, money, money
Money on my f**ing mind
Money, money, money, money
[Verse: RÄLÏ]
n***as still b**hing? Let 'em b**h
Swagger so eloquent
I'm fresher than a peppermint
On the beach with a b**h from the Netherlands
Somewhere you'll never get
With the kind of b**h you'll never hit
Smoking on that Amsterdam
Blunt rolled fatter than a elephant
Someone call the reverend
Before I be in here confessing sh**
Gotta have a bad b**h give me brains
Like a n***a be in Special Ed
This that f**ing new sound
What the f** you haters gon' do now?
n***as steady talking
And they hear me when I'm talking
And they always wanna know what I be talking about
I just tell em
[Chorus: RĀLÏ]
You n***as don't speak my language
I speak sign language
Money, money, money, money
You b**hes don't speak my language
I speak sign language
Money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money
Money on my f**ing mind
Money on my f**ing mind
[Outro: RÄLÏ]
Money!
[Outro Skit]
Craig: Put that out man, here come the Pastor
Smokey: For what? He probably smoke bud too
Pastor Clever: How you doing brother Craig! How you doing?
Craig: I'm alright
Pastor Clever: I see... by chance Sister Jones in?
Craig: Nope! Neither is brother Jones! They both at work
Smokey: Where yo a** need to be (n***a)
Pastor Clever: Excuse me brother. What we call d** at 74th street Baptist church, we call a “Sinny Sin Sin”
Smokey: Well 'round here, between Normandy and the west end, we call this “Little Twenty Twen Twen” n***a!
Pastor Clever: Why don't you just give me a little bit for my cataracts?
Smokey: You didn't put in on this man
Pastor Clever: It's better to give than to receive, my brother
Craig: Look! Look, Look! She bending over!
Pastor Clever: Lorrrd, have mercy! The Lord is my Shepard, He know what I want! Excuse me brother. Mrs. Parker! Mrs. Parker!