Lil` Kim Missy Angie Martinez Da Brat Left Eye Money Talks Lyrics

Money Talks Lyrics

Yo, yo yo yo

This joint is strictly for heavyweighters

Not them playa haters, you know I'm sayin?

Cause in the Commission

You ask for permission to hit em, uhh

My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake

Introduced me to this heavyweight

Called hisself Drake

First mistake, Jesus peeps was fake

But wait, he got singles in his cake

I ain't fuckin with him

Number one rule, always keep your cool

Even though you ain't a fool

And you see right through the nigga

How he figure?

If he holding less than six

He gonna get the seven digits or visit

Numbers in my wizard

Duke ain't even worth the space

Glass shoes and igloos

Put him dead in his place

Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?

I got 20/20 vision, funny money vision

No dough, no show

Dodo, that's a nono

Just some famous words from the late Frank White

I blink right, if your bank tight

Duke wanted me to work for him

Even flirt for him, wear a short skirt for him

He don't know I'ma end up hurtin him

At the end of the day

Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my fault

If money talk and bullshit walk, Round 1



[Chorus]

I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age

I want to give it up anyway

More time, more money, have it your way

(repeat 2X)

You know the money and the lovin is my style

Me a forget it for tonight



The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue

Invited his man, and some nigga named Kendall

Tried to style on em

Shoes with the crocadile on it

But the nigga still was corny, he bore me

His preference was more sorta like soccer

Me, I do offers with the Mali and the vodka

Out in Cali gettin' proper, And I

Betcha $50, my whole commitee stay shitty

Act smitty with the Desert E's

One glance at the beds he make ya freeze

Please, I got a mil on these, whatcha talkin?

I... hate this nigga in the worst way

And I didn't wanna be here in the first place

But ahh, It's just vendetta for my man

Do anything for the fam

I'ma go along with the plan

Tryin hard not to throw him off

And I know he soft

When I cough, it's to cover up a lie

And the lie keep me full of empathy

So when I shit on this nigga

He gonna still pamper me

I see, this nigga ain't about nuttin

Cause he keep frontin

He must be up to something

Round em up, here I come, uh



[Chorus]



As the evening winds down

I'm making sure that my milli got rounds

Plane ticket back to town

Now, I picked the place, Umberto's of course it's

Italian where they confiscate

Burners in they office, metamorphis

Anywhere, any year, who dare

They the Marvin, they don't care

And I swear

While I'm contemplatin thinkin about later

Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray

Anyways, "Is there a queen in the house?"

How could he say this out his mouth?

I'm the only black chick with diamonds this thick

Hopin, it's my nigga Blake

See? Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you



[Trife]

Check it, let me school you

Remember when I said those niggas robbed Nino

Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo

They was creo, used to be a tight trio

Till one fled with the dough

What's his name?



[Lil' Kim] Rio!!



[Lil' Caesar]

I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover

Paid those hoes with tight clothes

Like there was no other

Jammin like the Jungle Brothers

Till they caught me for my gems

All I'm sayin what he did to me

Do it to him, is you straight?



[Lil' Kim]

You late duct tape and cable rope

Once I wrap it round his throat

It's all she wrote, uhhh



[Lil' Kim and Trife]

Bullshit walk, money talk

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