MONEY TALK

[Intro]

(Astronaut Forest)

Yeah, ayy

[Chorus]

Money talk, I'm cashin' different languages, I'm fully bunkin'

Freaky bitch, she know I keep it comin', I count blues in dozens

Switchin' up my roster, I got different flavors, kids and cousins

Slurp me up like pasta, it get crazy, I might wet her frontal

Bae, I'm in your city [in the Sprinters?], I need money printers

Trappin' bubbas, I can make the hundreds look like Billy Kimball

Dump a hundred, now it's back to rappin', might go Jimmy Kimmel

Stackin' quarters, turn that to a million, this shit super simple

[Verse]

Clientele callin', I got exotic for the lowest number

4 a.m. in Vegas, playin' Baccarat with ho for hundreds

I'm global in that trap, you say that number, it gеt sent to London

Brand new hundred, еast Atlanta drummer, he said, "Keep 'em comin'"

Face card, pay me in the bodies, I can get you somethin' worth

But it's a difference in them numbers

In that kitchen cookin', Martha Stewart, wait 'til it start clumpin'

Smoke a zip in thirty minutes, ain't no point in buyin' onions

I can't do no lil' McQueen, that shit strictly for pedestrians

Five hundred just one trip, my mama know the type of quest we in

Hit the pharma, got Armenians, Koreans and the Mexicans

Send 'em on a tracker through the sky, I'm not terrestrial

Super futuristic, I get product out the aliens

Baby call me Big 32, this shit ain't just an alias

.223s and FMJs, you tweak with me, it's suicide

Hundred different flavors, what you want, lil' nigga, you decide

I rock expensive fragrance in my denim, made my ho decide

I could change a city like the day that nigga Hitler died

Twenties, fifties, hundreds, crack the safe and I get organized

Black on black, I'm trappin' opium and servin' quarter line (Nigga)

[Chorus]

Money talk, I'm cashin' different languages, I'm fully bunkin'

Freaky bitch, she know I keep it comin', I count blues in dozens

Switchin' up my roster, I got different flavors, kids and cousins

Slurp me up like pasta, it get crazy, I might wet her frontal

Bae, I'm in your city [in the Sprinters?], I need money printers

Trappin' bubbas, I can make the hundreds look like Billy Kimball

Dump a hundred, now it's back to rappin', might go Jimmy Kimmel

Stackin' quarters, turn that to a million, this shit super simple