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lirik lagu money talk – joka-a [buckgang]

hook:

let that money talk

keep that fake sh*t over there with them n*ggas

i ain’t got patience if it’s smoke in the air i lit it

yeah that’s your main b*tch but it don’t seem like she with you b*tch d*mn near took all her clothes off to get a f*ckin’ picture

i don’t want your mouth hoe it’s full of rap n*ggas

keep a patty cake chopper it clap n*ggas

don’t pull up at that red light we 2pac n*ggas

my shooter slime like i’m young thug cause imma big tipper

can’t wear no balmain’s amiri cost me six figures

she went from broke d*ck to f*ckin’ on a rich n*gga

i just got pulled over for 32 in my tint n*gga
don’t be surprised if we pull on your block with six n*ggas

shawty said that she gone make it scream with this magazine

i got exotic dreams smoke exotic green

you n*ggas not the gang you not even the team yeah

b*tch all my n*ggas really from the slum got that big bag on me big pun

yeah yeah

hook:

yeah

run down on that n*gga make’em walk

let that money talk

keep that fake sh*t over there with them n*ggas

i ain’t got patience if it’s smoke in the air i lit it
yeah that’s your main b*tch but it don’t seem like she with you b*tch d*mn near took all her clothes off to get a f*ckin’ picture

verse:

n*ggas be flodgin’ they just be rappin’

i post a pic and don’t put a caption

my money talk chris tucker trappin’

i got that bag her titties plastic

i’m on a whole ‘nother level can’t even catch me

mario kart we spin your block with these bananas

i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no camera but we flash you wanna act

my dawg a magician that n*gga turned into a rat

free black put the system i can’t wait ‘til that n*gga back

he gone blow make out stutter floor any rapper t that wanna chat
put your main hoe around me she get knocked off

my idol wanna flex i knocked his gucci socks off

imma big dawg just like the coupe i took his top off

he cross me he get hot sauce

they gone bring that chalk out

these n*ggas sweetness roll bounce i know you heard what joke ‘bout yeah

hook:

yeah

run down on that n*gga make’em walk

let that money talk

keep that fake sh*t over there with them n*ggas

i ain’t got patience if it’s smoke in the air i lit it

yeah that’s your main b*tch but it don’t seem like she with you b*tch d*mn near took all her clothes off to get a f*ckin’ picture

put your main hoe around me she get knocked off

my idol wanna flex i knocked his gucci socks off

imma big dawg just like the coupe i took his top off

he cross me he get hot sauce

they gone bring that chalk out

hook:

yeah

run down on that n*gga make’em walk

let that money talk

keep that fake sh*t over there with them n*ggas

i ain’t got patience if it’s smoke in the air i lit it

yeah that’s your main b*tch but it don’t seem like she with you b*tch d*mn near took all her clothes off to get a f*ckin’ picture!

- joka a buckgang

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