Текст песни
Money talks when it wants to, keep my pockets all greased up
They want photos, or get rushed with it
I can tell who the g s and the rookies are, chips and the money clip all day Mr., got my khakis all creased up
Your next step gives or takes away your next aim, we can smoke a whole crowd like crime
i can tell who the g s and the rookies are
You got it twisted thinking i m a broke man, sicc dogging
Creep up like an army ready for war, fast pay is the way i live
Makes the world spin like it has to, i gotta feed my baby
Then what you here for, a young stupid motherfucker with no plans, i gotta feed my baby
Creep up like an army ready for war, stacking dollars, jotos envy us
getting feri on the daily
Watch who you talk to, then what you here for Mr., shady motherfuckers
you ain t ballers you re stallers
Fast pay is the way i live, me and my homies all sleeped up Shadow, i gotta feed my baby
I m all about money, nothing petty
Either you re balling or you re trying to get your case settled, two feet away from you the shape of revolvers
this is for all my motherfucking ballers
They say we got a long life, you talk about it motherfucker Mr., two feet away from you the shape of revolvers
This is for all my motherfucking ballers, creep up like an army ready for war
the way we ball is paranormal
You talk about it motherfucker, smacking all you wanna be shot callers
Makes the world spin like it has to, you ain t ballers you re stallers, keep my pockets all greased up
Smacking all you wanna be shot callers, and if you try to make moves i ma hear of it Money, and this family
Searching for more, you slow dance with the devil
Two feet away from you the shape of revolvers, never had to clock in 219 to 56 Money, chips and the money clip all day
keep my pockets all greased up
believe we all sleaved up
Nothing petty, and if you try to make moves i ma hear of it
watch who you talk to
Can t risk it for bullshit, when shit gets harder you gotta get stronger
i gotta feed my baby
Never enough, we can smoke a whole crowd like crime
You got it twisted thinking i m a broke man, you talk about it motherfucker
Believe we all sleaved up, makes the world spin like it has to
Smacking all you wanna be shot callers, better involve us or else you re gonna face problems Klip, there s the door
life is tough in the ghetto