Текст песни Money Talk - Creedo

Baby, he not me, I was born to be a boss
I'm not Charlie Sheen, I just let my money talk
12 each foot, hell it cost for me to walk
Before these pussies got guns, I already had the sauce
Gelato in the cone, in the air like I'm Dolph
Pussy ain't free, but your bitch can't be brought
Checkin' in with who, I would hate to knock em off
I'll have that talk with God like, damn, it ain't my fault

Baby, he not me, I was born to be a boss
I'm not Charlie Sheen, I just let my money talk
12 each foot, hell it cost for me to walk
Before these pussies got guns, I already had the sauce
Gelato in the cone, in the air like I'm Dolph
Pussy ain't free, but your bitch can't be brought
Checkin' in with who, I would hate to knock em off
I'll have that talk with God like, damn, it ain't my fault

Call of duty guns, Out in Phoenix, check the KD
I done been broke, ran up a check in the same week
Baby, I ain't shit like your ex, he is not me

Diamonds around my neck, match my brother, we like siamese
Hugh Hefner, I got hoes, guess I'm pushin' P
No attachments, I just let her fuck, let her join the team
I put a nigga a on a shirt, think he hoing me

I put a nigga a in the dirt, drop him six feet, please
Please don't trip about your bitch, nigga
I'ma have her in a back room with some rich niggas
Six carats on a nigga ring, I just flex different

Pussy, you won't touch me
Lord knows if they step to me, gone and bury me
Tell them fuck the judge, tell the six gon' carry me
Cute bitch, short hair, Halle Berry
Starin' at my diamonds, yeah, I know, it's clarity

Baby, he not me, I was born to be a boss
I'm not Charlie Sheen, I just let my money talk
12 each foot, hell it cost for me to walk
Before these pussies got guns, I already had the sauce
Gelato in the cone, in the air like I'm Dolph
Pussy ain't free, but your bitch can't be brought
Checkin' in with who, I would hate to knock em off
I'll have that talk with God like, damn, it ain't my fault

Baby, he not me, I was born to be a boss
I'm not Charlie Sheen, I just let my money talk
12 each foot, hell it cost for me to walk
Before these pussies got guns, I already had the sauce
Gelato in the cone, in the air like I'm Dolph
Pussy ain't free, but your bitch can't be brought
Checkin' in with who, I would hate to knock em off
I'll have that talk with God like, damn, it ain't my fault