paroles de chanson Money Talk - Cuban Doll

Tell that bitch don′t speak on me unless it's money talk
Money counter on the dresser it keep running off
I′m just thinking 'bout that Bentley, I don't want a Porsche
Bad bitch, I look like a snack, I′m who he wanna call
Wooo wooo money talk, we don′t do no funny talk
I know her she soft, bitch I let a hundred off
Wooo wooo money talk, we don't do no funny talk
I′m fucking with the plug and you be running off

Blueface hundreds in the suitcase
Versace boots laced, Gucci got the two snakes
Bitches too fake, eating I got two plates
With my goons a, turn up like it's Tuesday, yeah

Bitches gon respect me or I′m taking mine
That's your nigga you keep posting, I can make him mine
Long nights in the trap yeah make it grind
I′m off that molly, call shotti when it's breakfast time

They sneak dissing I ignore them everytime
I sparkle like a diamond you know that's the way I shine
Pull up on your block you know that′s my favorite line
Pay me all cash you know that it′s banking time

Man these hoes only talking cuz it's wifi
I′m the truth I got sauce baby why lie
You ain't never seen a hundred through your wide eyes
Man these broke bitches better not give me the side eye

Tell that bitch don′t speak on me unless it's money talk
Money counter on the dresser it keep running off
I′m just thinking 'bout that Bentley, I don't want a Porsche
Bad bitch, I look like a snack, I′m who he wanna call
Wooo wooo money talk, we don′t do no funny talk
I know her she soft, bitch I let a hundred off
Wooo wooo money talk, we don't do no funny talk
I′m fucking with the plug and you be running off

You planned it, but I won't understand it and I spray it out
All hundreds,
But the 20′s rubberbanded, they want problems we got answers
You know what tip we on down to chop we get active
We'll leave you hoes dramatic
Disrespect a bitch like I ain′t got
No manners in Atlanta with my niggas
Pouring 4's in our feelings, all these pros I been stacking
Got these hoes talkin wreckless, bitch what I got on cost
Some racks I ain't just rapping yeah

Real bitch day one and day two
Talking crazy knock her out the park, like she babe ruth
Hoes say they fucking with me they smoking K2
Pull up in a hell cat, and watch how hell break loose

Man these hoes only talking cuz it′s wifi
I′m the truth I got sauce baby why lie
You ain't never seen a hundred through your wide eyes
Man these broke bitches better not give me the side eye

Tell that bitch don′t speak on me unless it's money talk
Money counter on the dresser it keep running off
I′m just thinking 'bout that Bentley, I don′t want a Porsche
Bad bitch, I look like a snack, I'm who he wanna call
Wooo wooo money talk, we don't do no funny talk
I know her she soft, bitch I let a hundred off
Wooo wooo money talk, we don′t do no funny talk
I′m fucking with the plug and you be running off

Man these hoes only talking cuz it's wifi
I′m the truth I got sauce baby why lie
You ain't never seen a hundred through your wide eyes
Man these broke bitches better not give me the side eye