[Intro]

If your family ain’t eating you ain’t real n***a
Closed mouths don’t get fed that’s for real n***a
Yeah

[Verse 1]

Life ain’t free yes a n***a got a pay
Snakes in the grass I’m just tryna stay away
My city wasn’t booming I was tryna make plays
So I had to switch states got it popping in the A
‘Lanta Georgia home of good pussy and drank
Cuz he the plug he was rolling up dank
It was me and young Kane on the road switching lanes
Hoes on us tryna bang if you hear me it’s too late aye
I swear I had to take it they ain’t give me shit
I come from Indiana that’s like coming off the bench
Now it’s my time Imma shine just look at the wrist
They sell their soul just for some fame get a mill and dip
Y’all be on some goofy shit
Come and shoot a movie bitch
Riding in my newest whip
My top down on some cooling shit
Really I’ve been thru some shit
I ain’t gotta prove it bitch
I really mind give me mind make you lose it bitch
Feel like Al Pacino how we came in here shooting shit
Balling on these sucka n***as I ain’t really fucking wit em
Imma face this backwood I ain’t really stunting n***as
I ain’t with the bluffing I just do it like it’s nothing n***a
I knew my time was coming had to keep the faith
I just want the Bentley Delly want the Wraith
That’s my fucking brother I know he won’t ever change
N***as wanna bang
We can meet em on they fucking grave bitch
Lil bitch
Haha
Yeah

[Chorus 1]

I just wanna split it with my n***as (with my n***as)
I just wanna split it with my n***as (with my n***as)
I just wanna split it with my n***as
Get the money break it down
Then I split it with my n***as yup
I just wanna split it with my n***as (with my n***as)
I just wanna split it with my n***as (with my n***as)
I just wanna split it with my n***as
Get the money break it down
Then I split it with my n***as yup
Money talk
Let’s chop it up
Money talk
Let’s chop it up
Money talk
Let’s chop it up
Money talk
Let’s chop it up

[Verse 2]

YUER Gang/Blood Brothers gotta break bread
We stay a hunnit I ain’t really wit the fake friends
We getting money I’m too busy just to shake hands
Free my n***a T can’t wait to get em out the state pen
Smoking OG eyes lower than a Asian
Walk up in the party you can’t see me thru these Ray-Bands
Give me everything I’m taking food off their plate man
R.i.P. the real bow ya heads n***a amen
(Shhh hol up you hear that)
Aye kill the noise what they capping about
If I don’t live it then that ain’t the shit I’m rapping about
I graduated fuck the cap and the gown
Cuz this the only shit that i was ever passionate bout
Money on the phone gotta blast like I’m Jimmy
Fuck wit gang then we on his ass with a semi
I be riding thru my city
Heard these n***as wanna kill me
I ain’t hiding from no n***a
Do your thing when you see me
I made my cry when she seen me on her T.V
Said “fuck school” once a teacher copped a C.D
Grew up round Vice Lords Bloods and GD’s
And all them n***as talk me one thing
Ain’t shit free n***a
[Chorus 2]

I just wanna split it with my n***as (with my n***as)
I just wanna split it with my n***as (with my n***as)
I just wanna split it with my n***as
Get the money break it down
Then I split it with my n***as yup
I just wanna split it with my n***as (with my n***as)
I just wanna split it with my n***as (with my n***as)
Money talk
Let’s chop it up
Money talk
Let’s chop it up