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You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
Every nigga 'round me about to come up
Hundred grand on the accessories, I'm a stunner
Forty cal on my waist case a nigga wanna run up
Never put the gun up, heated like the summer
And I live for the moment so I grind 'til the sun up
Baby girl want me to cut her
No need to wonder, girl I beat it like a drummer
Dick her down, no need to tongue her
Got her off a swag and ain't no need to fund her
Now she giving me the thumb up, calling me a plumber
And her friends wanna fuck me cause she bragging how I done her
But man I ain't tripping on that
Right now I'm just focused on rap
And I ain't talking 'bout beats and microphones
I'm talking 'bout bricks, but I ain't building homes
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
Shut up, shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
Shut up, shut up
If you ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
I got choppers, boppers, Berettas
Young nigga cold so my hoes wear sweaters
Told her it's a flick session and she let us
Ooh, riding with the heaters
My niggas got stripes just like I'm riding with the zebras
Hood niggas ain't good with the visa
Dick so good make your bitch have a seizure
Just had to give my lil' homie ten
Can't see him doing life in the pen
See him but I wouldn't wanna be him
Cause I be giving that pipe to his BM
You niggas ain't getting paid
You niggas going to church and getting saved
Get bread, get bread, get bread
And all my niggas with the popping like pill heads, ooh
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
Shut up, shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
Shut up, shut up
My roof gone, like my ex bitch
She was broke so I moved to the next bitch
Then the next bitch came with another slut
So now when I get paid it's a double up
You niggas know what's up, M-O-B
Ain't no I-O-U's, C-O-D's
Fuck the police and a broke bitch
I can do bad by myself, I don't need no bitch
See your old bitch, that's my new thing
Lace her up, now she calling me her boo thing
We get money together, that's how we do things
When she copped the bag, you know the shoes came
Hermès on my belt, Louis on my feet
Yatta on the rap, Mustard on the beat
I be in the streets, you just industry
Like fifty twenty dollar bills, I'm a G
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
Shut up, shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
You ain't talking 'bout money, bitch shut up
Shut up, shut up