Lyrics King - Snypa feat. Tizzle 125

Money lifestyle, the king, get what she want
We can do it now and later, let me bite it if you let me on
I'm pullin' out all my whips, these ain't no rented cars
That's a Phantom Wraith coupe, the one with the backward doors
She said, "How much do I like it?", I don't even know
That's his bitch, I tried to wife her, he wouldn't let her go
Got a chopper, but won't shoot it, that lil' shit for show
Money talk and bullshit walk, bumpin' down the road

Money talk and you walk it, and them diamonds came off set
'Cause she went, bought her some Margielas
Poppin' like fish grease, oh yeah
Spent a couple hundred thou' on diamonds
Baguette, the watch for my timin'
She said she never got in a Rolls Royce
2 AM, baby, got time for it
All that talkin', hatin', poppin', nigga
That's why we keep the iron for it
On top of the money, designer wear, I count it every month
If I eat, want it gourmet, goddamn, I done spoiled me
Chopper clap, a round of applause
Make her shake it, a lil' holy
You make it rain, we make it stormy
It's the money and me, got her horny
Took her down, two, three hours
Ooh-wee, ooh-wee
Ran it up, I ain't moving, it's forever cash
Diamonds, everything flooded

Money lifestyle, the king, get what she want
We can do it now and later, let me bite it if you let me on
I'm pullin' out all my whips, these ain't no rented cars
That's a Phantom Wraith coupe, the one with the backward doors
She said, "How much do I like it?", I don't even know
That's his bitch, I tried to wife her, he wouldn't let her go
Got a chopper, but won't shoot it, that lil' shit for show
Money talk and bullshit walk, bumpin' down the road

Money talk, bullshit walk
Me and your ho, we ain't one phone call
Pull up in that coupe, roof off
That's the money, I want it all
Got your dawgs all in my loop
Yeah, I copped new Louis boots
She with me, she can't tell the truth
She gave me head, didn't use no tooth
Back to back, them foreign whips
That's Bo Peep, that's Sniper them
He don't wanna shoot, shoot it out then
We can go ahead and Tyson him
My money right, so I don't give a fuck
Don't blame me 'cause your racks ain't up
Them niggas lame, them niggas ain't tough
I'ma tell her when I'm finna bust
That's my Wraith and I don't know what's yours
Got my gun, so lil' nigga, go get yours
That's my money, you need to go get yours
And I swear to God that I'm gonna hit Forbes, ah

Money lifestyle, the king, get what she want
We can do it now and later, let me bite it if you let me on
I'm pullin' out all my whips, these ain't no rented cars
That's a Phantom Wraith coupe, the one with the backward doors
She said, "How much do I like it?", I don't even know
That's his bitch, I tried to wife her, he wouldn't let her go
Got a chopper, but won't shoot it, that lil' shit for show
Money talk and bullshit walk, bumpin' down the road