Golden Boy - Money | Текст песни

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• Golden Boy
• Money

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[Hook x2]
I be talkin money
WATCHU talk about?
I be talkin money
Imma shoot on sight
I will fuck yo momma
She be on my cock
I be talkin money
WATCHU talk about?

[Verse 1]
I be smokin gas
My nigguz got them 40s (grrra)
I got lotta stacks
Watcho boyfriend has?
Mane, he has nothin
But them bitchez say he good
I cant trust em therefore I gotta shoot
My people want her brain
My people are some zombiez
It will be without pain
Cuzyo thot is off da molliez
Brody I work hard
Brody I smoke hard
Brody I hit hard
Brody I fuck hard
I'm like goddamn Heisenberg
Cuz I care bout 3 things
It's my family, them racks and the maafuckin bricks!
Houricane wrist is erryday
The shit is for real
Nah bitch, I aint playin
If I have to, I will kill

[Hook]
I be talkin money
WATCHU talk about?
I be talkin money
Imma shoot on sight
I will fuck yo momma
She be on my cock
I be talkin money
WATCHU talk about?

[Verse 2]
If u wanna survive in the jungles
Then u gotta take some risks
But u can get shot
Trynna sell these junkiez bricks
No lackin, bitch,
U gotta understand
If u wanna eat
Then get money for the bread
I ain't never give a fuck
I ain't never fuck around
I be smokin like Tupac
That's what I talk about!
I be talkin money
WATCHU talk about?
I'm just trynna get some honey
And U thottiez mess around
Say hello to my little friend
I'm fucked up with U
It's your maafuckin end
And Imma hit you!!!