Gudda Gudda - What You Talkin Bout lyrics
rate meIf you ain’t talkin money, what you talkin bout?
If you ain’t talkin money, what you talkin bout?
If you ain’t talkin money, what you talkin bout?
Real niggas walk it through, better walk around
Pour a pint in the 20, all my niggas be ridin
Fuck around, see the news, all your niggas be bodies
She told me her nigga comin, she gon’ put me in the closet
I told her go tell that nigga he won’t see me in the closet
And if his body a bank, shotty gonn be my deposit
We run up, they run off, who seen where they joggin’?
I get the prop and the posters, shooters gonn think it’s they market
Call the trunk K-Mart, guess who gon’ be their target
No particular niggas, tell y’all set bye
Burnin, my chest high, look at my left eye
I know Keisha and Nina, and my bitch like Chiquita
Cut your throat like Chiquita, suckin off my Chiquita
We bout it, all my niggas be bout it
Paper, pistols and pussy, all my niggas be bout it
They get to sendin the shots, all my niggas reroute it
Sex, money and murder, all my niggas be bout it
[Hook]
If you ain’t talkin money, what you talkin bout?
Real niggas walkin through, better walk around
Chopper hangin out, it’s got a drum on the chip
Niggas talkin stupid, we go dumb on em
AK check, AR check, click-clack, bang! Aimin at his neck
AK check, AR check, click-clack, bang! Aimin at his neck
Ridin’ with my rooftop back
Light skin, tatted up , Tupac back
Rest in peace Machiavelli ,macks to his belly
Swiss-cheese a nigga , turn him to spaghetti
Bunch of pussy cats, your whole team scary
Got my dogs with me, my whole team ready
Fuck all y’all, already poppin
Got a bitch named Nina, givin head proper
She go click-clack, headshot em
Stomp a nigga bloody, I’ve got red bottoms
Mentally insane, I’ve got every problem
Beef, we turn that issue to a dead problem
Cutter in the trunk, money in my pocket
They can’t stop it, me and gunner takin off like rockets
You ain’t bringin’ money round? Nigga you could move around
Surround your team with choppers singin loud, that’s surround sound
[Hook]
If you ain’t talkin money, what you talkin bout?
Real niggas walkin through, better walk around
Chopper hangin out, it’s got a drum on the chip
Niggas talkin stupid, we go dumb on em
AK check, AR check, click-clack, bang! Aimin at his neck
AK check, AR check, click-clack, bang! Aimin at his neck.
