T.I. - Money Talk lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Hey, ya know, a lot of y'all out there man really running y'all mouth

Like ya just like to hear yoself talk, ya know what I mean?

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

Man, haha, get you some money man

(Hook)

Lotta nigga talk, ya don't eva get paid

Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade

Lotta nigga talk, ya don't eva get paid

Still kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy

Lotta nigga talk, ya don't eva get paid

Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade

(Verse)

Still kick the flake, I'ma swear I'm gon' turn up

Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up

All I know, get dope, gettin' paper

Taught me that in '85, neva learned nothin' 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 talkin' I don't hear ya, listen

Still poppin', give that shit to Bobby

Fuck that shit ya talkin', look at ya, see ya ain't bout it

Look at ya , see ya don't want it

Should hardly be an opponent

When ya sittin' next to TIP, it look inferior, don't it?

Give a damn if ya don't know

I've achieved everything ya 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 happenin'?

She with the acid, then she come in with me

But if not I leave her, she mean nothin' to me

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

I run the city bitch, I'm parkin' for free

And who the nigga right here talkin' to me?

There gon' be problem if ya keep botherin' me, man

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

What ya tried to park here? That ain't my Bentley

Ya can't listen to me now, God as my witness

Keep on in yo earnings I take yo opinion

I swear nigga

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

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, gettin' money, nigga stay real

At all costs nigga, at all costs nigga

Take a hit of this and run yo balls off

And nigga ya ain't really beefin' if ya called off

Play a bit to the left, call it southpaw

Fuck around, get yo mouth wired, gotta weed y'all

Betta 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 ya lames don't forget what I done taught ya'll

I put the fear of God in ya, oh ya nigga hard is ya?

I can see the broad in ya, put yo cut

Then ya gotta make a move, make a choice

Either go out like a bitch or get yo ass kicked

God damn that'll be horrible, so pipe down nigga

(Hook)