Shut Up

[Verse 1: Yowda] You ain't talk about money , bitch shut up Every nigga 'round me about to come up A hunnid grand on my accessories I'm a stunna 40 cal on my waist in case a nigga wanna run up Never put the gun up Heated like the summer And I live for the moment So I grind to the sun up Babygirl want me to cut her No need to wonder girl I'll beat it like a drummer Dick her down No need to tongue her Got her offa swag And ain't no need to fund her Now she givin me the thumb up Callin me a plumber And her friends wanna fuck me Cause she braggin how I done her But man I ain't trippin on that Right now I'm just focused on rap And I ain't talkin beats and microphones I'm talkin bout bricks But I ain't buildin homes [Hook] You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up Bitch,shut up,shut up,shut up,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up Bitch shut up,shut up,shut up,shut up [Verse 2: YG] You ain't talking about mony,bitch ,shut up I got choppers, poppers,Berettas 'Told her is a fixed session And she let us Oooh , ridin with the heaters My niggas got stripes its like I’m ridin with the zebras Hood niggas ain't good with the visa Dick is so good, make your bitch have a seizure Just had to give my lil homie 10 Couldn’t see him doin’ life in the pen ‘See them but I wouldn’t want to be them Cause I’ll be giving that pipe to his BM You niggas aren’t getting paid You niggas are going to church and getting saved Get bread,get bread ,get bread And all my niggas with them popping like pillheads [Hook] You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up Bitch,shut up,shut up,shut up,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up Bitch shut up,shut up,shut up,shut up My roof gone, like my ex-bitch She was broke so I moved to the next bitch And the next bitch came with another slut So now when I get paid,it’s a double-up You niggas know what’s up MOB, ain’t no I.O.U.s, C.O.Ds Fuck the police and a broke bitch I can’t do bad by myself, I don’t need no bitch See an old bitch, that ’s my new thing Lace her up, now she’s calling me a boo thang We get money together That’s how we do things When she got the bag You know the shoes came Hermes on my belt, louie on my feet Yowda on the rap, mustard on the beat ‘I’ll be in the street, you just industry Like 50 dollars bills, I’m a G [Hook] (x2) You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up Bitch,shut up,shut up,shut up,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up You ain't talking about money,bitch,shut up Bitch shut up,shut up,shut up,shut up