C-murder Money Talks Lyrics

Money Talks Lyrics

(Silkk Tha Shocker) 
Money talk and uhh cash rules 
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now 
What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo 
 
(Silkk Tha Shocker) 
Verse: 1 
 
I use to flip birds, now I just flip words 
When cops come to get me, 
it's because some sh*t that they heard 
Like I'm out to get dough 
Like I'm out to get mo 
Hacking like 6 to the 4 
Like 6 double 0, like 
Four, or either two doors 
Money no like C to the E O 
Oh I forgot like ju don't know 
Like I'm out to get cream 
Like fiend I just don't f**k around 
Just bust around 
Till niggas get the f**k out of town 
I wanted the house, so I got the house 
I wanted the car, so I got me the car 
Don't start, cause no heart is what got me this far 
I the type of nigga that don't give a f**k 
Just walked up and laughed at the cop 
Type of nigga to go up in traffic 
and start blastin the glock 
Rap's still down, C huh, pass me the rocks 
I don't be playing it serious 
I'm actually looked after he shot 
It's no love, for y'all 16 bullets 
Four slugs peace, ain't no bigger thugs than me and C 
So you got the mightious touch, 
for all the records you sold 
Like nope, mad f**k em got touch nigga, just went gold 
I'm like a drug dealer, 
I hold nothing less than a quarter 
This is my last. last year I was just testing the water 
Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo that's my hood 
Any fool gotta make this much 
I just that good 
 
Money talk and uhh cash rules 
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now 
Get money, make money, get money, 
get money, make money, get money, make money 
 
(C-Murder) 
Verse: 2 
 
Money, money make the world spin like tops 
and two glocks for the motherf**kers we suing my rocks 
It's like the movies, 
niggas using uzi's wishing for peace 
But instead they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull it 
You reconsidered, cause I'm bitter, 
dumping weapons like litter 
After I blast you motherf**kers, 
and the niggas that with ya (fool) 
A come up is a come up 
Haters please don't run up 
Or get done up at sun up, cause I never put my gun up (nigga) 
Cash rules, it's like possessing my mind 
I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for mind 
A bit*h gotta floss, and I gotta be the boss 
Fake niggas getting tossed, cause money talks 
 
(Fiend) 
Verse: 3 
 
Well I'm that whompter, Fiendy, want fetachini 
cabbage to the collard greeny 
Shocker clean, he se me rockin up my dream as genies 
Wanna cream me, so I had to join his tightest teamy 
Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd Ward Bossalinie 
No such terms as let me when we all got plenty 
Walking em skinny, cause I never over-looked a penny 
Money talks, my whomps, whomps 
The ATM, don't play with him, 
his money make the dikes wanna lay with him 
Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages 
Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiter 
C uhh, Murder and Silkk, they pay us for our trouble 
He maded that platinum go double 
That's why money talks 
 
??? 
Chorus 
 
Aiyyo, money talks like most bit*hes 
Sometimes I don't no what to do with these riches 
This paper, is just like my misses 
All day, fulfilling my wishes 
Did ya heard me 
 
We look for money, money never look for us 
C-Murder, Bossalinie of the rap industry 
Fiend, Mr. Whomp Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones 
Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz 
Take those 
No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by ??? 
ya heard me