Gudda Gudda - Money Talkin lyrics

One thing on my mind and that's to get it I want the world, n***a, and everything they selling Riding with my n***as and them foes cops Take your j**els and sell 'em back with interest That's a pawn shop They be like when you gonna stop? Never, till I'm sitting on top All I know is that green light Gotta pull off my whole block Reporting live from the bottom of the map Riding with a 30 shot clip, bodies all neck Don't be reckless, don't test us, I'll put you on my checklist You feeling lucky today? Then I can make your d**h wish Whole body, we wreck them up, scarred body, I'll tear it up Aim for the nose, hit his eyes, slick, rick, patch him up My young n***as be acting up, check n***as, that's acting tough sponsored links Ball for ball, I'm sick with that fire, who's gonna match 'em up? Nobody, I'm so gaudy, I whack n***as with no problem Red in my pocket groin, I ain't never had adult problems That's your problem, solve it n***a, ako revolver n***a Stay in your lane, I'm giving carvers out, I'll morgue a n***a East Side, we're mobbing, n***a, lames best respect that Jaw jacking, we're get your jaw cracked, check that Riding with my n***as and we mobbin' Best believe if it's beef you don't want problems 30 shot clip, that'll solve 'em Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talkin' Money talkin', money talkin' Damn right, that's the money talkin' Money talkin', money talkin' God damn right, that's the money talkin' My young n***as ridin' with them 30 shots My old G still calling for a blunt My brother locked up, gotta send him the case My b**h says she straight, watch this pimp return today Got my chain on, f** it, turn off all the lights I ain't never left, b**h my money right My hoes bad, I pimp hard like 8 ball My MG's dealer, never catch me speed up That loose gun I'm smoking, money 'lone came for that From the west side of that shot and oh, my mama, had to met Oprah Yeah, Boo ain't speaking 'cause the money do 100 round drums make the k**ers move Hell no, we don't dance hoe but I'm good at blowing money like a bad hoe I be playing b**hes, banjo We so loud you thought it was a bando Riding with my n***as and we mobbin' Best believe if it's beef you don't want problems 30 shot clip, that'll solve 'em Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talkin' Money talkin', money talkin' Damn right, that's the money talkin' Money talkin', money talkin' God damn right, that's the money talkin' I'm riding with this mula My pa**engers, my shotgun, rider, that's my shooter Nightmare in the street, call me gutter Krueger Catch a body then catch a flight then I lay low in Aruba This is young money, rich game, six speeds when I switch lanes Me and my girl don't be a skank, 'bout to hit the b**h and blow big chains Still gutter, ain't sh** changed, just take a look at my wrist game You reach for that motherf**er you won't see your wrist again Sinner shop or tenth bay, neck, spine or shin crank I spot you a half of thing I'd better that ten back, yeah That's the way it work, that's the way it go I'm screaming f** you, pay me on the daily, hoe b**h I'm riding with my n***as and we mobbin' Best believe if it's beef you don't want problems 30 shot clip, that'll solve 'em Money on my mind, when I'm speaking, money talkin' Money talkin', money talkin' Damn right, that's the money talkin' Money talkin', money talkin' God damn right, that's the money talkin'