MONEY TALKS ft. Laddie Moran Lyrics

Wait til I get my finances in order

You can't tell me nothing

I'm always moving forward

I ain't even check the rear view

The past

can stay the past

Y'all strayed the path

I kept the map

I did the math

I checked the facts

Look where we at

We finally here

This shit ain't what it appears

Cliche smoke and mirrors

Cliche rats and snakes

He say she say fake

Falsifying plays

Numbers lying to yo face

Streams don't make you great

Streams don't get you paid

That shit overweight

That shit watered down

That shit flooded

Like Noah I'm hoping that we don't drown

Coming up for fresh air

They call us underground,

You ain't getting service

Cause I ain't bouncing off your sound,

The way I vibrate

Can't keep that weak shit all around,

Said we holding weight

Only P we pushing is the pound

Is this what you wanted from me?

Take what I want and then leave

I want in a day what I make in a year

Just wait til I make us all millionaires

Got the neighborhood shook

Let some niggas in here

They locking they doors

And clutching they purse

It's nothing to fear though

Ring in my nose

And anime titties

The internet call me a weirdo

Adrian talk bout a frequency

It's gonna make them look

Like who the fuck is he?

On some DMX now who the fuck we be?

I'm mixing Earl Simmons and Earl Sweat

Screaming fuck the world

And your girl next

Shit cutthroat

I need a bill for mine

Let a stomach growl

Finna kill for mine

Not a metaphor

I really kill for mine

Never fucked with 12

I had to kick the swine nigga

You been a laddie fan

You know I live these rhymes nigga

Sheesh

Overdrafted

Underpaid

Want to run your mouth

You gotta run the fade

Handle mine

I don't run to the net

5:35

Shit I'm up for the check

Finna run it from the plug

How the fuck I'm in debt

Broke nigga

Get some shit up off my chest

I can't pay AROSE

To even mix my records

Hide your bankroll and your baby mama

Spitta getting reckless

If the ice out

then the pipes out

And it's lights out

Then we run his necklace

With my main niggas

Who be with the extras

Ain't no extra bitches

Shit is too expensive

I'm a honest nigga

Gotta tell the hoes

All you get is dick

Can't even pay your phone

She want Lou Vuitton

But what the fuck is those

I'm a rap nigga

In some Jordan 4s

Bag a ten piece

In some Jordan 1s

Said a preemo move

I want to meet the plug

Set the meeting up

And forgot the funds

But she got a gun

So we got the drugs nigga

And I ain't been broke in a minute

I stuck up the plug

I'm running it up

I ain't been broke in a minute

I ain't been broke in a minute

I stuck up the plug

I'm running it up

I ain't been broke in a minute

I ain't been broke in a minute