Money Talk - T.I.

Hey, you know, a lot of y’all out there man really running y’all mouth

Like you just like to hear yourself talk

You know what I mean?

Talk so much, not knowing if the wagon make the more noise man

Haha, get you some money man

Lotta nigga talk, you don’t ever get paid

Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade

Lotta nigga talk, you don’t ever get paid

Still kicking shit, make a bitch go crazy

Lotta nigga talk, you don’t ever get paid

Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade

Still kick the flake, I’m a swear I’m gon turn up

Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up

All I know, get dope, getting paper

Taught me that in 85, never learned nothing different

All I see is haters in my rear view

Millions in my windshield, got a clear view

I trained myself, go deaf for a broke nigga

That way when you’re talking I don’t hear you, listen

Still popping, give that shit to Bobby

Fuck that shit you talking, look at you, see you ain’t bout it

Look at you, see you don’t want it

Should hardly be an opponent

When you sitting next to TIP, it look inferior, don’t it?

Give a damn if you don’t know

I’ve achieved everything you could hope for

If being a real nigga turned into a corporation

Look at me, shawty, I should be the logo

Please no photos as I stepped in that Magic

Got four hoes in the two door Bentley, what’s happening?

She with the acid, then she come in with me

But if not I leave her, she mean nothing to me

I pull up, hop out, give the valet my keys

I run the city bitch, I’m parking for free

And who the nigga right here talking to me?

There gon be problem if you keep bothering me, man

I came in this bitch to spend 20's and 50 G

What you tried to park here?

That ain’t my Bentley

You can’t listen to me now, God as my witness

Keep on in your earnin’s I take your opinion

I swear nigga

Focused on the money fuck shit?

forget about it

I bought a Lamborghini, wrecked it, give a shit about it

Get up out it, call an Uber, go and get a new one

I gotta run a bag up, it’s extra for the blue one

Got 500 bags off in Chattanooga

Go and put it up and take a 100 motor gang here

Too rude, getting money, nigga stay real

At all costs nigga, at all costs nigga

Take a hit of this and run your balls off

And nigga you ain’t really beefing if you called off

Play a bit to the left, call it southpaw

Fuck around, get your mouth wired, gotta weed y’all

Better stand down before I be a man

Drown guns up, hands down, that’s exactly how I caught y’all

Okay one day I retire, put me in the hall of fame

But you lames don’t forget what I done taught ya’ll

I put the fear of God in ya

Oh you nigga hard is ya?

I can see the broad in ya, put your cut

Then you gotta make a move, make a choice

Either go out like a bitch or get your ass kicked

God damn that’ll be horrible

So pipe down nigga