Jakarri

Money What We Talking Bout (feat. Veezo & Untamed G)

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I don't get mad if I'm the one you're sleeping on My burner hot, I let my desert get it's eagle on And since I rap, it's only right I put my people on Some niggas snitching, I'm the one they tell them people on It's Veezo, no need to talk about my life Bitch, I'm a monster if the freaks coming out at night And I'm a hustler but there's no need to sell the white What for? Got bitches bringing bread every night It's down to entertainment, more like a dynasty Got snow bunnies pushing soap like ivory That's why, all the real niggas gonna ride for me Me against the world, yea nigga, true rivalry I don't accomplish ideas, I stretch dreams Crush competition out like a step team F*ck who's next nigga, I'm the best thing A f*ck a quiz, little kid, nigga test me F*ck you talking bout Money what we talking bout If that ain't what you talking bout Then we ain't got nothing to talk about F*ck you talking bout Money what we talking bout If that ain't what you talking bout Then we ain't got nothing to talk about F*ck you talking bout Money what we talking bout If that ain't what you talking bout Then we ain't got nothing to talk about F*ck you talking bout Money what we talking bout If that ain't what you talking bout Then we ain't got nothing to talk about Play time's done, Untizzle got the block hot Red dot on the Glock to protect the cash spot Throw fresh out the pot, it's time to give me mine I'm trying to big time, so I gotta fucking grind Untamed gorilla, I'm all about the figures If niggas keep hating on me then the gorilla get to slanging missiles He get an early dismissal for fucking with a G No remorse, no hesitation I'll make a hater bleed I got what you need, just holler at the door F*ck the boys in blue, I'm a act a fucking fool Don't make me lose my cool, I'm a fucking beast This shit don't stop, I'm a hustler until I'm D-E-A-D No competition, prepare yourself for defeat Eliminate my opposition, I gotta get me I'm bout my paper dog, I gotta get that guap And if you ain't talking about getting paid, then we ain't got nothing to talk about F*ck you talking bout Money what we talking bout If that ain't what you talking bout Then we ain't got nothing to talk about F*ck you talking bout Money what we talking bout If that ain't what you talking bout Then we ain't got nothing to talk about F*ck you talking bout Money what we talking bout If that ain't what you talking bout Then we ain't got nothing to talk about F*ck you talking bout Money what we talking bout If that ain't what you talking bout Then we ain't got nothing to talk about I'm looking for the big bucks, spot them by the antler size Still put my hands to guys, cock back, Hammer Time Dodge your little shots, rev it up, then ram you guys Spitting all them bullshit lines, you overanalyzed I put the pen to paper then this pen gets me paper Paper brings you riches, bitches, snitches, and the haters Can't forget the cases, cops know you famous Pat a nigga down like my I.D. in my anus Really can't blame us, parents never trained us Just to be a broke nigga, that's not what the game is That's not what the aim is, picture that, frame this Need them presidents, I don't care who their name is I want them big Franks, big house, Phil Banks Will Smith money, Prince dollars, with a king rank Counting up this cheese until a motherfucker feel faint Money what talking bout, f*ck a nigga if he ain't
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