Cocoa Brovaz - Money Talks lyrics

Money talk and cash rules I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo I use to flip birds, now I just flip words When cops come to get me, It's because some sh** that they heard Like I'm out to get dough Like I'm out to get mo Hacking like six to the four Like six double oh, like Four, or either two doors Money no like C to the E-O Oh I forgot like ju don't know Like I'm out to get cream Like fiend I just don't f** around Just bust around Till n***as get the f** out of town I wanted the house, so I got the house I wanted the car, so I got me the car Don't start, cause no heart is what got me this far I the type of n***a that don't give a f** Just walked up and laughed at the cop Type of n***a to go up in traffic And start blastin' the glock Rap's still down, see huh, pa** me the rocks I don't be playing it serious I'm actually looked after he shot It's no love, for y'all 16 bullets Four slugs peace, ain't no bigger thugs than me and see So you got the mightious touch, For all the records you sold Like nope, mad f** em got touch n***a, just went gold I'm like a drug dealer, I hold nothing less than a quarter This is my last. last year I was just testing the water Five to the 0 4 n***a, yo that's my hood Any fool gotta make this much I just that good Money talk and cash rules I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now Get money, make money, get money, Get money, make money, get money, make money Money, money make the world spin like tops And two glocks for the motherf**ers we suing my rocks It's like the movies, n***as using Uzi's wishing for peace But instead they ducking bullets and the n***as that pull it You reconsidered, cause I'm bitter, Dumping weapons like litter After I blast you motherf**ers, And the n***as that with ya (fool) A come up is a come up Haters please don't run up Or get done up at sun up, cause I never put my gun up (n***a) Cash rules, it's like possessing my mind I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for mind A b**h gotta floss, and I gotta be the boss Fake n***as getting tossed, cause money talks Well I'm that whompter, Fiendy, want fetachini Cabbage to the collard greeny Shocker clean, he se me rockin up my dream as genies Want to cream me, so I had to join his tightest teamy Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd Ward Bossalinie No such terms as let me when we all got plenty Walking em skinny, cause I never over-looked a penny Money talks, my whomps, whomps The ATM, don't play with him, His money make the dikes want to lay with him Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiter See uh, Murder and Silkk, they pay us for our trouble He maded that platinum go double That's why money talks ? Aye yo, money talks like most b**hes Sometimes I don't no what to do with these riches This paper, is just like my misses All day, fulfilling my wishes Did ya heard me We look for money, money never look for us C-Murder, Bossalinie of the rap industry Fiend, Mr. Whomp Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz Take those No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by ? Ya heard me