Shut Up Lyrics - Singles - Yowda

You ain't talk about money, bitch shut up 

Every nigga 'round me about to come up 

A hunnid grand on my accessories 

I'm a stunna 

40 cal on my waist in case a nigga wanna run up 

Never put the gun up 

Heated like the summer 

And I live for the moment 

So I grind to the sun up 

Babygirl want me to cut her 

No need to wonder girl 

I'll beat it like a drummer 

Dick her down 

No need to tongue her 

Got her offa swag 

And ain't no need to fund her 

Now she givin me the thumb up 

Callin me a plumber 

And her friends wanna fuck me 

Cause she braggin how I done her 

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But man I ain't trippin on that 

Right now I'm just focused on rap 

And I ain't talkin beats and microphones 

I'm talkin bout bricks 

But I ain't buildin homes 

You ain't talking about money, bitch, shut up 

You ain't talking about money, bitch, shut up 

You ain't talking about money, bitch, shut up 

Bitch, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up 

You ain't talking about money, bitch, shut up 

You ain't talking about money, bitch, shut up 

You ain't talking about money, bitch, shut up 

Bitch shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up 

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You ain't talking about mony, bitch, shut up 

I got choppers, poppers, Berettas 

Young nigga cold so my hoes wear sweaters 

'Told her is a fixed session 

And she let us 

Oooh, ridin with the heaters 

My niggas got stripes its like I'm ridin with the zebras 

Hood niggas ain't good with the visa 

Dick is so good, make your bitch have a seizure 

Just had to give my lil homie 10 

Couldn't see him doin' life in the pen 

'See them but I wouldn't want to be them 

Cause I'll be giving that part to his BM 

You niggas aren't getting paid 

You niggas are going to church and getting saved 

Get bread, get bread, get bread 

and all my niggas with them popping like pillheads 

My roof gone, like my ex-bitch 

She was broke so I moved to the next bitch 

And the next bitch came with another slut 

So now when I get paid, it's a double-up 

You niggas know what's up 

MOB, ain't no I.O.U.s, C.O.Ds 

Fuck the police and a broke bitch 

I can't do bad by myself, I don't need no bitch 

See an old bitch, that 's my new thing 

Lace her up, now she's calling me a boo thang 

We get money together 

That's how we do things 

When she got the bag 

You know the shoes came 

Hermes on my belt, louie on my feet 

Yowda on the rap, mustard on the beat 

'I'll be in the street, you just industry 

Like 50 dollars bills, I'm a G