Lyrics Money Talk - AngelOh! feat. Jay.C46
Yup
AngelOh!
I
got
JayC
in
the
booth
y'all
I
don't
think
y'all
niggas
really
ready
for
that
shit
Aight
Aye
Aye
Fuck
a
bitch,
nigga
I'm
worried
'bout
the
cake
Had
to
change,
switch
lanes,
you
can't
say
you
did
the
same
On
a
track
run
a
beat
like
Usain
Bad
bitch
gimme
brain
while
I'm
countin'
what
I
made
Fuck
a
bitch,
nigga
I'm
worried
'bout
the
cake
Had
to
change,
switch
lanes,
you
can't
say
you
did
the
same
On
a
track
run
a
beat
like
Usain
Bad
bitch
gimme
brain
while
I'm
countin'
what
I
made
Aye
Aye
Aye
Niggas
switchin'
cuz
I'm
ballin'
like
I'm
Pippen
They
don't
listen
what
I'm
spittin'
Opposition
catch
'em
slippin'
trippin'
Intermission,
catch
me
in
the
kitchen,
whippin'
Flippin'
chicken,
getting
to
these
bands
These
niggas
don't
understand,
I'm
the
man
I'll
be
damned
if
I
don't
go
ham
Coolin'
cuz
the
fans
from
the
beats
I
ran
Fly
nigga
don't
know
if
imma
land,
new
plan
More
bands,
ride
around
new
lam,
brand
new
nigga
I
was
broke
nigga
now
its
time
to
stack
up
I
don't
want
that
hoe
so
I
tell
her
back
up
If
I
don't
fuck
with
you
don't
expect
a
dap
up
I
be
running
these
beats,
lil
nigga
don't
expect
to
catch
up
I
ain't
worried
'bout
shit
but
getting
my
racks
up
Fucked
a
bitch
face
down
with
her
ass
up
More
bands,
more
racks
get
the
cash
up
He
be
talking
his
shit,
until
the
nigga
getting
smacked
up
Fuck
a
bitch,
nigga
I'm
worried
'bout
the
cake
Had
to
change,
switch
lanes,
you
can't
say
you
did
the
same
On
a
track
run
a
beat
like
Usain
Bad
bitch
gimme
brain
while
I'm
countin'
what
I
made
Fuck
a
bitch,
nigga
I'm
worried
'bout
the
cake
Had
to
change,
switch
lanes,
you
can't
say
you
did
the
same
On
a
track
run
a
beat
like
Usain
Bad
bitch
gimme
brain
while
I'm
countin'
what
I
made
Stupid
treesh
I
been
focused
on
this
breesh
Only
14
in
the
streets
And
I
gotta
keep
the
heat
Stop
chattin'
Automatic
Straight
static
And
I
pull
up,
to
your
attic
And
let
you
have
it
Been
trappin'
since
the
fifth
grade
Nigga
ain't
shit
change
That
shit
bring
my
mom
pain
Trappin'
in
the
hallway
Gotta
eat
a
meal
Stackin'
'til
I
hit
a
mil
Man
I
make
you
eat
the
steel
This
is
real
life
for
real
You
don't
really
know
the
drill
'Til
you
step
up
in
the
field
Man
I
take
this
shit
for
real
With
this
life
I
gotta
deal
You
can
only
keep
it
real
With
the
niggas
that
you
chill
Reckless
niggas
in
the
field
Never
talk
about
a
niggas
bitch
Niggas
know
we
don't
roll
that
way
Talking
crazy
'til
you
get
blown
that
way
Me
and
Angel
at
the
top
going
that
way
Imma
creep
up
with
the
heater
let
it
blow
that
way
Fuck
a
bitch,
nigga
I'm
worried
'bout
the
cake
Had
to
change,
switch
lanes,
you
can't
say
you
did
the
same
On
a
track
run
a
beat
like
Usain
Bad
bitch
gimme
brain
while
I'm
countin'
what
I
made
Fuck
a
bitch,
nigga
I'm
worried
'bout
the
cake
Had
to
change,
switch
lanes,
you
can't
say
you
did
the
same
On
a
track
run
a
beat
like
Usain
Bad
bitch
gimme
brain
while
I'm
countin'
what
I
made
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