Money Talks by Trxppy Almighty Lyrics
"Why you asking all these questions
I'm just running up that sack
You're trying to stress about who I'm texting
She just gave me becky
I don't even like the bitch
Now you acting different
Mad as fuck you're trying to fight the bitch
Why the fuck you steady tripping
It ain't like I piped the bitch
We ride with heavy clips
Ain't no shooting out the whips
Never killed nobody
It ain't shit to get you hit
Stacking up my paper
Used to go broke on a fit
Two for 10 we copping nicks
Now it's gelato out the zip
Pull up on your bitch
She in the backseat doing dick
Sucking on her clit
She eat my dick up like some fish
Watch my glow up flick the switch
Oh you ain't seen my fucking wrist
Bussing all these juggs I'm getting money just like Mitch
Bitch I conquered all my obstacles
It's tatted on my wrist
We don't tell your boyfriend shit
Because we know his ass will snitch
I ain't fucking with no opps
But all they hoes be trying to lick
They took my homie
Ain't no coming back from that
Fucking with the family
You know you get clapped for that
If you fufu ain't no dap
If we're into it do not lack
Sliding through his hood we're tying to feel out where he at
Dissing on the net but when you see me he in check
These niggas is my sons
And I'm they daddy that's a fact
I don't sneak diss on no tracks
Because you pussies ain't no threats
Better come correct
It's Ls or shells
Or you get death
Stepping on they necks
We don't care about your set
Give no fuck about what you claim
Come correct or you get death
I'm official like a ref
It better be about a check
If he ain't talking no money
I don''t even waste a breath "
I'm just running up that sack
You're trying to stress about who I'm texting
She just gave me becky
I don't even like the bitch
Now you acting different
Mad as fuck you're trying to fight the bitch
Why the fuck you steady tripping
It ain't like I piped the bitch
We ride with heavy clips
Ain't no shooting out the whips
Never killed nobody
It ain't shit to get you hit
Stacking up my paper
Used to go broke on a fit
Two for 10 we copping nicks
Now it's gelato out the zip
Pull up on your bitch
She in the backseat doing dick
Sucking on her clit
She eat my dick up like some fish
Watch my glow up flick the switch
Oh you ain't seen my fucking wrist
Bussing all these juggs I'm getting money just like Mitch
Bitch I conquered all my obstacles
It's tatted on my wrist
We don't tell your boyfriend shit
Because we know his ass will snitch
I ain't fucking with no opps
But all they hoes be trying to lick
They took my homie
Ain't no coming back from that
Fucking with the family
You know you get clapped for that
If you fufu ain't no dap
If we're into it do not lack
Sliding through his hood we're tying to feel out where he at
Dissing on the net but when you see me he in check
These niggas is my sons
And I'm they daddy that's a fact
I don't sneak diss on no tracks
Because you pussies ain't no threats
Better come correct
It's Ls or shells
Or you get death
Stepping on they necks
We don't care about your set
Give no fuck about what you claim
Come correct or you get death
I'm official like a ref
It better be about a check
If he ain't talking no money
I don''t even waste a breath "