YG - Shut up lyrics

[Verse 1: Yowda] You ain't talk about money , b**h shut up Every n***a 'round me about to come up A hunnid grand on my accessories I'm a stunna 40 cal on my waist in case a n***a wanna run up Never put the gun up Heated like the summer And I live for the moment So I grind to the sun up Babygirl want me to cut her No need to wonder girl I'll beat it like a drummer Dick her down No need to tongue her Got her offa swag And ain't no need to fund her Now she givin me the thumb up Callin me a plumber And her friends wanna f** me Cause she braggin how I done her But man I ain't trippin on that Right now I'm just focused on rap And I ain't talkin beats and microphones I'm talkin bout bricks But I ain't buildin homes [Hook] You ain't talking about money,b**h,shut up You ain't talking about money,b**h,shut up You ain't talking about money,b**h,shut up b**h,shut up,shut up,shut up,shut up You ain't talking about money,b**h,shut up You ain't talking about money,b**h,shut up You ain't talking about money,b**h,shut up b**h shut up,shut up,shut up,shut up [Verse 2: YG] You ain't talking about mony,b**h ,shut up I got choppers, poppers,Berettas 'Told her is a fixed session And she let us Oooh , ridin with the heaters My n***as got stripes its like I'm ridin with the zebras Hood n***as ain't good with the visa Dick is so good, make your b**h have a seizure Just had to give my lil homie 10 Couldn't see him doin' life in the pen ‘See them but I wouldn't want to be them Cause I'll be giving that pipe to his BM You n***as aren't getting paid You n***as are going to church and getting saved Get bread,get bread ,get bread And all my n***as with them popping like pillheads [Hook] My roof gone, like my ex-b**h She was broke so I moved to the next b**h And the next b**h came with another s*ut So now when I get paid,it's a double-up You n***as know what's up MOB, ain't no I.O.U.s, C.O.Ds f** the police and a broke b**h I can't do bad by myself, I don't need no b**h See an old b**h, that 's my new thing Lace her up, now she's calling me a boo thang We get money together That's how we do things When she got the bag You know the shoes came Hermes on my belt, louie on my feet Yowda on the rap, mustard on the beat ‘I'll be in the street, you just industry Like 50 dollars bills, I'm a G [Hook] (x2)