Letras
Uh, yeah I'm back up in this motherfucker
Finna talk my shit
For all you fuck niggas man
Claiming that's your bitch and you love her
Nigga when the whole hood fuck her
Money talks, bitch, Chris Tucker
Money talks, bitch, Chris Tucker
Claiming that's your bitch and you love her
Nigga when the whole hood fuck her
Money talks, bitch, Chris Tucker
Money talks, bitch, Chris Tucker
You know you out of line, out of pocket
Hoe you better sock it to my pocket
Before I take off like a rocket
Put a pistol back when I cock it
Hoe you hella musty and your pussy stank
How the fuck you finna fade up on this dank
Bitch ain't got no money, yeah up on the drank
I'm just like bitch, yeah what you think
Watch a nigga just skeet skirt
And a bitch up, pockets on Ee-er
J. Rezz coming out your speaker
Bitch you talking shit, you on the bleachers
Tryna get clout and go viral
Bitch when your pussy like a spiral
Man that shit is hella loose
Hella nice, she was off the Grey Goose
Can't trust these hoes, they can't live without dick
Nights on the corner, man the game too thick
Bitch you better pay me real quick
Bitch ain't never play me like a trick
Claiming that's your bitch and you love her
Nigga when the whole hood fuck her
Money talks, bitch, Chris Tucker
Money talks, bitch, Chris Tucker
Claiming that's your bitch and you love her
Nigga when the whole hood fuck her
Money talks, bitch, Chris Tucker
Money talks, bitch, Chris Tucker
Bitch you's a motherfucking bop
Bitch you's a motherfucking thot
How you give away free twat
I'm tryna cop a mansion or a yacht
If you ain't talking money you irrelevant
Bitch I'd rather have money and be celibate
Watch a nigga slide in my element
Then I'm finna ride off elegant