Money Talk

You know what time it is
Yeah
Pura Vida on the track
Yeah

Ay, ay
I'm getting them dollars, I'm getting them bills
I'm making them holla, I'm giving them chills
I counted a 50 up in the hills
I'm getting them deals, I cannot sit still
Always get jumpy when I'm off a pill
Fuck that pussy he in his feels
Shooting on him Bradley Beal
2020 crystal clear
Chris Paul with the steal
Ay, ay

All of my diamonds veneer
None of my diamonds for show
I don't give a fuck, about no ho
I got Summit in control
I'm thugging on them head to toe
Dripping down head to toe
Dripping down with my bitch
Moan tone, make me rich
I ain't no snitch
Hit a three like I'm Tripp

Bitches always on tip
Let's go to Italy
Got enough money to buy a Ferrari
I'm no Leclerc
Bitch, I'm Verstappen
Making the racks, no sign of stopping
Money talks, I speak it fluently
Staking up paper, beautiful scenery
Money from bake, buy me a steak
I'm making the dough like Drizzy on steak

You want Rizzy on the track, bitch you gotta pay
He drive a Volvo, I drive a fucking Chevrolet
Made a couple racks, just another day
Hopped on the tracks, now I'm here to stay
Rizzler is dead and Fred is, hey
Fred is kinda gay

I'm getting them dollaz, I'm getting them bills
I'm making them holla, I'm giving them chills
I counted to 50 up in the hills
I'm getting them deals, I cannot sit still
Always get jumpy when I'm off a pill
Fuck that pussy he in his feels
Shooting on him Bradley Beal
2020 crystal clear, Chris Paul with the steal

I turn up the function and turn it to gold
The more that I grow up, the more I get old
If I get older, a lot of experience
So shit, I got cold, yeah, yeah
I give them the passes, that turn into goals
Lot of ambition, that end up as whores
She wanna lick, I lick on her toes
I like dudes, I don't like hoes

Get to the mission, I'm finna conclude
I will admit it, I'm missing some screws
I skip all the bullshit, like get to the truth
If energy's needed, I'll give it to you
Money talks, I'm going up like a stock
Fuck her then I hit block, she love to give me top
Wait, stop, stop, stop

It's on sight
Me and Fred come out at night
Fred getting hard like a stone
I got a brand new phone
Might hit you in your dome
I'ma hit you in the head
Fuck that bitch in the bed
Shooting at you until you dead
Money green, it ain't red
Y'all heard what he said
I get to spraying lead
Fuck her like a newlywed

Ay, ay, ay
Yeah, Pura Vida
Am I getting the mention on every song
What the fuck