Reborn

[Refrain] We ain’t talking money what we talking about? (Nothing!) If we ain’t talking money what we talking about? (Nothing!) If we ain’t talking money what we talking about? (Nothing!) If we ain’t talking money we ain’t talking [Hook] Yeah I’d rather be gleaming, so I’ma keep on winning Now my buzz through the ceiling, it’s feeling like the beginning Your games you’re quitting, get in where you fit in Doe don’t make itself and I’m addicted to spending [Verse 1] Cool and humble out the jungle at the same time Too many niggas swagger jacking had to change mine Fog arenas up, like LeBron at game time Foreign pedal pushing, while you’re pushing on a train line They say I’m the next one, heard it through the grape vine Magic when my vocals hit, murder over base, I’m Terrible with temper don’t go looking in my face wrong Burner on my waist line, send your ass to space, time Flies when you get money, it’s slow without the doe And I ain’t never been no dummy, won’t fall over no hoe I be splurging when I’m shopping, copping all over the store If I holla and she stopping, I’ll be popping in some more I been all around the world, your block is like their block Your city’s like their city, when I tour I bring it with me Hennesy, Bacardi, Moet pouring til I’m dizzy Baby call me when you’re caking, cause I money making [Refrain] We ain’t talking money what we talking about? (Nothing!) If we ain’t talking money what we talking about? (Nothing!) If we ain’t talking money what we talking about? (Nothing!) If we ain’t talking money we ain’t talking [Hook] Man, I’d rather be gleaming, so I’ma keep on winning Now my buzz through the ceiling, it’s feeling like the beginning Your games, you’re quitting, get in where you fit in Doe don’t make itself and I’m addicted to spending [Verse 2] Nigga I ain’t with the chitter, miss me with the back and forth Professional spitter, crispy in a platinum Porche This is what they need to knock their package off Pack the club then pack the truck up with Manhattan whores One is into fashion, the style she got ain’t at the store Couple hours pass, baby girl was out her drawls I had to fuck her cousin she shake it like she work at Sue’s Cell still buzzing and I’m bouncing if it’s worth the move I’m super fly, you little niggas Irkle smooth BVs hell of iced out, white, yellow, purple jewels I’m overseas you ain’t even got a visa One switch for the switchers, fuck you i don’t need ya Man, your bitch looks like a creature, and mine’s a Mona Lisa A work of art walking still hit it and release her A creeper, strung out is how I keep her The mountain’s where I leave her Then I’m on to the next, hauling baguettes