Gudda Gudda - Money Talkin lyrics
rate meOne thing on my mind and that’s to get it
I want the world, nigga, and everything they selling
Riding with my niggas and them foes cops
Take your jewels and sell ‘em back with interest
That’s a pawn shop
They be like when you gonna stop?
Never, till I’m sitting on top
All I know is that green light
Gotta pull off my whole block
Reporting live from the bottom of the map
Riding with a 30 shot clip, bodies all neck
Don’t be reckless, don’t test us, I’ll put you on my checklist
You feeling lucky today? Then I can make your death wish
Whole body, we wreck them up, scarred body, I’ll tear it up
Aim for the nose, hit his eyes, slick, rick, patch him up
My young niggas be acting up, check niggas, that’s acting tough
Ball for ball, I’m sick with that fire, who’s gonna match ‘em up?
Nobody, I’m so gaudy, I whack niggas with no problem
Red in my pocket groin, I ain’t never had adult problems
That’s your problem, solve it nigga, ako revolver nigga
Stay in your lane, I’m giving carvers out, I’ll morgue a nigga
East Side, we’re mobbing, nigga, lames best respect that
Jaw jacking, we’re get your jaw cracked, check that
Riding with my niggas and we mobbin’
Best believe if it’s beef you don’t want problems
30 shot clip, that’ll solve ‘em
Money on my mind, when I’m speaking, money talkin’
Money talkin’, money talkin’
Damn right, that’s the money talkin’
Money talkin’, money talkin’
God damn right, that’s the money talkin’
My young niggas ridin’ with them 30 shots
My old G still calling for a blunt
My brother locked up, gotta send him the case
My bitch says she straight, watch this pimp return today
Got my chain on, fuck it, turn off all the lights
I ain’t never left, bitch my money right
My hoes bad, I pimp hard like 8 ball
My MG’s dealer, never catch me speed up
That loose gun I’m smoking, money ‘lone came for that
From the west side of that shot and oh, my mama, had to met Oprah
Yeah, Boo ain’t speaking ‘cause the money do
100 round drums make the killers move
Hell no, we don’t dance hoe but I’m good at blowing money like a bad hoe
I be playing bitches, banjo
We so loud you thought it was a bando
Riding with my niggas and we mobbin’
Best believe if it’s beef you don’t want problems
30 shot clip, that’ll solve ‘em
Money on my mind, when I’m speaking, money talkin’
Money talkin’, money talkin’
Damn right, that’s the money talkin’
Money talkin’, money talkin’
God damn right, that’s the money talkin’
I’m riding with this mula
My passengers, my shotgun, rider, that’s my shooter
Nightmare in the street, call me gutter Krueger
Catch a body then catch a flight then I lay low in Aruba
This is young money, rich game, six speeds when I switch lanes
Me and my girl don’t be a skank, ‘bout to hit the bitch and blow big chains
Still gutter, ain’t shit changed, just take a look at my wrist game
You reach for that motherfucker you won’t see your wrist again
Sinner shop or tenth bay, neck, spine or shin crank
I spot you a half of thing I’d better that ten back, yeah
That’s the way it work, that’s the way it go
I’m screaming fuck you, pay me on the daily, hoe
Bitch I’m riding with my niggas and we mobbin’
Best believe if it’s beef you don’t want problems
30 shot clip, that’ll solve ‘em
Money on my mind, when I’m speaking, money talkin’
Money talkin’, money talkin’
Damn right, that’s the money talkin’
Money talkin’, money talkin’
God damn right, that’s the money talkin’
