Uncle Murda - Who Want Beef lyrics

(Hook) Money talk, who want beef n***as Money talk, who is these n***as Money talk, where you bees n***as Got some sooners with me, Lil Chief Keef n***as Don't ask me if I'm good n***a You can see that I'm good n***a I pull up my own road n***a And I push a n***a what n***a (Verse) I wish a n***a would try me I get this whole hood by me Caught them slipping in this girl car Smoke them bullet on tape sip it the world's gone I'm still moving bricks at hard Your main b**h don't even get my dick hard sponsored links n***a, n***a just watch n***a, n***a just watch You shining in the wrong hood I'm bout to get you got Give me that gold watch, gold rings and gold chain He got all gold everything on looking like turna that jane You rocked to that james, I ain't rocked to that james See when all gone, everything on, looking like turning that james (Hook) Money talk, who want beef n***as Money talk, who is these n***as Money talk, where you bees n***as Got some sooners with me, Lil Chief Keef n***as Don't ask me if I'm good n***a You can see that I'm good I pull up my own road n***a And I push a n***a what n***a (Verse) Drive that rarri in my projects n***a Hot than a mother, I'm the pali n***a She said she a dancer, she not a stripper But she bust that p**y open for a dollar n***a f** boys we on it, your game's been decoded My meat beat 3 quarters, your b**h she deep throating That's your hoe but I'm mean deep in her Carter mall I won't skeet skeet in her (Bang bang) I got Chief Keef in her You eat it like a 3 piece dinner Even when I'm done load that glock around You ain't talking money n***a not now New jays on, my shades on You raise up and get shot down My young boys they go home, send 12 bullets in one hoe They ride loud like Lil Kim and they break you off with that drum roll (Hook) Money talk, who want beef n***as Money talk, who is these n***as Money talk, where you bees n***as Got some sooners with me, Lil Chief Keef n***as Don't ask me if I'm good n***a You can see that I'm good I pull up my own road n***a And I push a n***a what n***a You know we got our foot on these next n***as man Taking their fake chains off You monkey n***as I feed you a whole banana clip n***a You can't call the police without no tongue n***a f*ggot a** n***a GMG , true a** Brooklyn