StreetRunner - Money Talks lyrics

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StreetRunner - Money Talks lyrics

{Verse 1] My b**hes call me Jack, my dick like a beanstalk Don't look down, YM we on top Excuse my French, pop that p**y don't stop We poppin' bottles, supermodels poppin' p**y b**h n***as, they just need to get some p**y I'm on the edge, Grand Canyon, don't push me Weezy so you n***as can't breathe, you're now in tune with Tunechi I get p**y like a dil*o, to these ratchets I'm Harry Styles All my chicks like Rihanna, they got a lot of styles I run laps round n***as, check the Air Miles I'm feelin' like Snoop, tell her bend it over, Doggystyle Yeah, still' eatin' off 2001 drug money Never a gang banger, but I always went after that Blood money Can never have a enough money, I dodge n***as like Wesley Flood that p**y like a levee, go deep in that p**y like Chevy I got bars like San Quentin, b**h this sh** heavy [Hook] We grindin' out here, tryna get that new money I'm doin' my thang, get you money Feedin' all my n***as, that's that crew money [Verse 2] I tell a b**h don't stop, y'all n***as is stop signs I'm getin' laid, y'all just lying, through you teeth Evening meal, got that p**y in my teeth, yeah Take it and k** it like this beat, ha You n***as ga**ed up like Chevron, my Miami n***as got heat Young Money genereal, don't f** with the Navy She ready to tapout, Muhammad Ali She pop that p**y like a muthaf**in' ollie She give me wood, I think her name was Holly She screaming, I beat that p**y up like Rocky, excuse me if I'm co*ky She in love with my dick, get knocked out if you wanna knock me She make it stand, but it ain't funny My dick long, but not as long as my money 100 milli in the bank, so much head I'm ahead of the game Red Nation n***a, shout out to The Game She clappin' that a**, get clapped if you wanna f** with me [Hook] We grindin' out here, tryna get that new money I'm doin' my thang, get you money Feedin' all my n***as, that's that crew money [Verse 3] Life's no b**h, it's a dick with it's up and downs Gettin' all these b**hes, better stop f**in' round To these n***as I'ma dead end, they see me and turn around In and out o the cage, Feds think we animals cause we wildin' out You'sa red nose n***a, look who's laughin' now Livivn' ghetto dreams, but sometimes it's a nightmare bein' Lil Wayne Got a long Uzi and I carry it all day, b**h please I'm a skater, got tricks up my sleeve Got a b**h that look like Beyonce, all night she sayin' my name Say my name, but never say it in vain I'll pop your arteries, f** n***as, I told y'all not to f** with me Rich Gang and we livin' fast, you better keep up Money talks, these n***as better speak up Weezy F for f** you, that goes out to the fake n***as I'mma Hot Boy, got that fire, you ain't gon' put me out n***a Cash Money, that's my fam n***a [Hook] We grindin' out here, tryna get that new money I'm doin' my thang, get you money Feedin' all my n***as, that's that crew money

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