Money Talk Lyrics - 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 kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy 

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid 

Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade 

Still kickin' flav', got my swag on turn up 

Came with a zip, let the whole thing burn up 

All I know, get dough, keep it pimpin' 

Taught me that in '85, never 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 you, listen 

Still poppin', give a shit about me 

Fuck that shit you talkin', 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 sittin' 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 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 you keep botherin' me, man 

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

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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 

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 kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy 

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid 

Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade 

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 buy 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 

Two rules, gettin' 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 beefin' 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 

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 kickin' shit, make a bitch go crazy 

Lotta nigga talk, you don't ever get paid 

Fuck nigga hate, broke bitches throw the shade