Money Talks Lyrics - C-murder

Money talk and uhh, cash rules 

I 'bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now 

What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo 

I use to flip birds, now I just flip words when cops come to get me 

It's because some shit that they heard 

Like I'm out to get dough, like I'm out to get mo' 

Hacking like 6 to the 4 like 6 double 0 like four, or either two doors 

Money no like C to the E O, oh I forgot like Ju don't know 

Like I'm out to get cream, like Fiend I just don't fuck around 

Just bust around till niggas get the fuck out of town 

I wanted the house, so I got the house 

I wanted the car, so I got me the car 

Don't start, 'cause no heart is what got me this far 

I the type of nigga that don't give a fuck 

Just walked up and laughed at the cop 

Type of nigga to go up in traffic and start blastin' the glock 

Rap's still down, C huh, pass me the rocks 

I don't be playing it serious, I'm actually looked after he shot 

It's no love, for y'all 16 bullets 

Four slugs peace, ain't no bigger thugs than me and C 

So you got the mighteous touch for all the records you sold 

Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, just went gold 

I'm like a drug dealer, I hold nothing less than a quarter 

This is my last, last year, I was just testing the water 

Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo that's my hood 

Any fool gotta make this much, I just that good 

Money talk and uhh, cash rules 

I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now 

Get money, make money, get money 

Get money, make money, get money, make money 

Money, money make the world spin like tops 

And two glocks for the motherfuckers we suing my rocks 

It's like the movies, niggas using uzi's wishing for peace 

But instead they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull it 

You reconsidered 'cause I'm bitter, dumping weapons like litter 

After I blast you motherfuckers and the niggas that with ya 

(Fool) 

A come up is a come up, haters please don't run up 

Or get done up at sun up, 'cause I never put my gun up 

(Nigga) 

Cash rules, it's like possessing my mind 

I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for mind 

A bitch gotta floss, and I gotta be the boss 

Fake niggas getting tossed, 'cause money talks 

Well, I'm that whompter, Fiendy 

Want fetachini cabbage to the collard greeny 

Shocker clean, he see me rockin' up my dream as genies 

Wanna cream me, so I had to join his tightest teamy 

Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd Ward Bossalinie 

No such terms as let me when we all got plenty 

Walking 'em skinny, 'cause I never over-looked a penny 

Money talks, my whomps, whomps, the ATM, don't play with him 

His money make the dikes wanna lay with him 

Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages 

Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiter 

C, uhh, Murder and Silkk, they pay us for our trouble 

He maded that platinum go double that's why money talks 

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Money talk and uhh, cash rules 

I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now 

Get money, make money, get money 

Get money, make money, get money, make money 

Aiyyo, money talks like most bitches 

Sometimes I don't no what to do with these riches 

This paper, is just like my misses 

All day, fulfilling my wishes, did ya heard me? 

We look for money, money never look for us 

C-Murder, Bossalinie of the rap industry 

Fiend, Mr. Whomp Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones 

Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz 

Take those No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by [unverified] 

Ya heard me?