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[Intro] In the kitchen and it's Taysty [Pre-Chorus: Caskey] Ayo, I'd rather get my ass whooped than let you motherfuckers talk to me I'm in the fast lane and I'ma let my money talk for me It's a sack chase and you been at your momma house asleep Man, I make enough to buy my mom a new house every week [Chorus: Caskey] Just get the fuck up out the way Yeah, money talks, people don't say nothin' It's probably best you run away Should tell the truth but they gon' stay bluffin' Get the fuck up out the way Money talks, people don't say nothin' It's probably best you run away Start a riot, got the whole thing jumpin' [Verse 1: Caskey] Aye, don't play with my intelligence I killed a rapper once, now my closet full of skeletons People mentionin' my name 'cause they irrelevant The car was black on black like its skin was full of melanin Stay away from fuck shit, I'm celibate My homies serve the pelicans and did that shit with elegance Management took me to court, they got a settlement I paid it off, still ain't let it slow down my development I paid the cost, to be the boss, you ain't paid at all I was you and lookin' in a mirror, I would hate it all I ain't got no time to chill with broke boys, I skated off One look at you and it say it all [Pre-Chorus: Caskey] Ayo, I'd rather get my ass whooped than let you motherfuckers talk to me I'm in the fast lane and I'ma let my money talk for me It's a sack chase and you been at your momma house asleep Man, I make enough to buy my mom a new house every week [Chorus: Caskey] Just get the fuck up out the way Yeah, money talks, people don't say nothin' It's probably best you run away Should tell the truth but they gon' stay bluffin' Get the fuck up out the way Money talks, people don't say nothin' It's probably best you run away Start a riot, got the whole thing jumpin' [Verse 2: Yelawolf] Yeah, and Yelawolf I got, both lanes bumpin' Got no stains in the seat, no grains, cousin Yeah that drop, 911 with my old main woman 50K up in Chanel, I'm in the old same clothin' Big talk, same motive, you a lame, can't quote it You would swim, what's in my ship? We ain't in the same ocean I'm a skyscraper with the skyscraper crane holdin' Fifty tons over your punk ass weak rap shoulders I'm a southern God, quote it, sippin' Patrick Van Winkle Bitch the heat, from the swipe, left the credit card crinkled Look, I don't give no fuck about your million dollar tinkle I'm a faucet with this shit, I got billion dollar people Boy, you know the AKA, bitch, it's MWA I done pedaled to the top, I gave your bitch a bouquet I done spit so many bars, I should have nothin' left to say But its pop-pop-pop-pop, never stop vocabulary [Chorus: Caskey] Just get the fuck up out the way Yeah, money talks, people don't say nothin' It's probably best you run away Should tell the truth but they gon' stay bluffin' Get the fuck up out the way Money talks, people don't say nothin' It's probably best you run away Start a riot, got the whole thing jumpin' [Outro: Yelawolf] Black sheep, Yelawolf Catfish Billy, bitch