Lyrics Money Talks - Flipmode Squad
Yeah,
see,
see,
nowadays,
young
niggas
get
allot
of
money
See,
the
fact
is
that
young
niggas,
is
self
employed,
now
We
livin'
in
a
time-frame,
where
it?
s
all
big
business
We
gotta
understand
that
the
young
niggas,
is
runnin'
big
business
This
is
how
we
gon
do
it,
check
it
out
Before
I
sing
another
song,
ha
Nigga,
owe
me
money,
I
take
away
your
belonging,
ha
No
prolonging,
hoo
'Till
you
give
me
my
money
you
see
me
every
mornin',
ha
Got
somethin'
wicked
for
all
the
niggas,
you
callin',
ha
Fuck
with
the
stallin',
ha
Split
a
nigga,
till
his
shit,
leave
him
a
little
boy,
hoo
Watch
a
nigga,
crawlin',
ha
Pay
my
money
or
you
better
keep,
you
hall
in,
ha
Dig
up,
on
my,
get
money,
niggas,
so
keep
fallin',
ha
Cheers
makin'
you
happy,
keepin'
your
bubble
pourin',
ha
Gettin'
money
on
corners
or
even
if
you
tourin',
hoo
Older
cats
used
to
do
the
big
money,
scorin'
Now
they,
once
upon
time,
money,
niggas
who
start
fallin',
hoo
Niggas,
wanna
analyze
my
money
like
a
hawk
Money
talks,
bullshit
won?
t
A
lotta'
jealous
niggas,
wanna
see
me
outlined
in
chalk
Money
talks,
bullshit
won?
t
Flipmode,
get
money,
stay
holdin'
down
the
fort
Money
talks,
bullshit
won?
t
Bless
every
livin'
soul,
we
got
playin'
the
money
sport
Money
talks,
bullshit
won?
t
I
work
so
hard
to
get
what
I
got,
number
one
spot
Now,
I?
m
hot,
hot,
hot
(What?,
What?)
I?
m
hot,
hot,
hot
What?,
What?
I?
m
hot,
hot,
hot,
yeah
Mansion
and
a
yacht,
Baby
Blue
Nav
in
the
lot
Ice
on
my
hands,
I
got
future
plans,
travelin'
to
distant
lands
A
hundred
G',
cash,
money
comin'
out
my
ass,
first
to
first
class
Now,
I?
m
a
rap
nigga,
livin'
like
fast
Keep
my
enemies
close,
watch
what
I
gross
That?
s
why
I
pack
my
toast,
nowadays
cats,
adios,
uno,
dos
You
fall
off
and
you
can?
t
come
back
You
get
the
hit
single,
your
album
sound,
wack
I
give
you
the
leeway,
you
sound
like
us,
rock
like
us
Squad
like
us,
yeah
Niggas,
wanna
analyze
my
money
like
a
hawk
Money
talks,
bullshit
won?
t
A
lotta'
jealous
niggas,
wanna
see
me
outlined
in
chalk
Money
talks,
bullshit
won?
t
Flipmode,
get
money,
stay
holdin'
down
the
fort
Money
talks,
bullshit
won?
t
Bless
every
livin'
soul,
we
got
playin'
the
money
sport
Money
talks,
bullshit
won?
t
Niggas
killin'
me,
talkin'
that,
'hope
you
don?
t
change',
shit
Hell,
yeah,
bitch,
from
the
door,
I
get
on
some
mad
gear,
shit
Type
Vibe,
carry
studs
in
my
ear,
shit
Who
the
fuck
type
'yellin'?,
Say
'crud
sellin'
Ain?
t
said,
'Hi',
in
years
think
I?
ma
pay
they
bail
and
The
nine-eight,
people
get
this
right
I
be
a
diamond
in
the
rough
like
the
Arabian
night
Goin'
after,
ends
only
keepin'
friends
Makin'
they
own
moves,
drivin'
their
own
Benz
I?
m
supposed
to
change,
you
just
didn?
t
Stuck
in
low
income
homes,
blamin'
Clinton
Bitch
like
me,
gon
rock
till
my
last
batch
of
breath
With
a
grade
full
of
ascap
checks
Niggas,
wanna
analyze
my
money
like
a
hawk
Money
talks,
bullshit
won?
t
A
lotta'
jealous
niggas,
wanna
see
me
outlined
in
chalk
Money
talks,
bullshit
won?
t
Flipmode,
get
money,
stay
holdin'
down
the
fort
Money
talks,
bullshit
won?
t
Bless
every
livin'
soul,
we
got
playin'
the
money
sport
Money
talks,
bullshit
won?
t
Corporate
niggas
want
my
money,
gotta
take
me
to
court
Yo,
Spliff
doin
things,
pursuin'
things,
I?
m
gettin'
money
Chop
the
hand
of
the
man,
who
try
to
take
from
me
My
guns
go
'pow'
from
Brook
to
Moscow
Tear
a
hole
in
your
biddad
for
messin'
wit
my
triddad
Stack
ones
into
lump
sums,
you
know
the
motto
See
me
on
your
block
with
black
rob
throwin'
bottles
I?
ma
hard
act
to
follow,
love
girls
that
swallow
So
crazy,
I
don?
t
know
where
I?
ma
be
at
tomorrow
Yeah,
I
heard
that
money
talks,
so
I
wrote
this
commentary
Every
move
that
I
make
for
sure
is
monetary
Our
squad,
legendary,
I?
ma
bump
it,
till
you
hear
me
Spliff,
doin'
love
scenes
on
big
screens
with
Halle
Berry
See,
it?
s
a
serious,
serious,
serious
thing,
now
Big
business,
allows
young
niggas,
to
comfortably
eat
Every
motherfucking
day,
now,
hee
hee,
aight
Struggle
process
is
now
kept
to
a
minimum,
hee
hee
Yeah,
I
think
I?
m
about
to
go
buy
me
a
couple
of
motherfucking
Sneakers,
a
couple
bags
of
weed,
a
motherfucking,
500s-98cl,
version
And
a
couple
of
bitches,
ah
ha
ha
Album
The Imperial
1 To My People
2 Settin' It Off
3 Run for Cover
4 I Got Your Back
5 This Is What Happens
6 Everybody on the Line Outside
7 Last Night
8 Where You Think You Goin'
9 We Got U Opin, Part 2 (feat. Buckshot)
10 Straight Spittin'
11 Money Talks
12 Cha Cha Cha
13 Hit Em Wit Da Heat
14 Do for Self
15 Everything
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