[Chorus: PACKGOD]
It's for the money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk
All I do is money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk

[Verse 1: PACKGOD]
I keep a Glock on my mofucking body
Saw you in the street you was bargaining reps
I went from nothing to something
I gotta keep pumping or ima be nothing again
Bitch I be falling in all these hunnids
You talking that shit but you falling in debt
I got a heat infused draco
I load it with magma and then I'll be dowin ya set
Run up the bands, run up the mofucking paper
Then i go run up the stacks
I'm in a vet, I got a big spartan laser
I told that bitch to get back
I'm in the back, they never thought I was nothing
They always called on me last
You know its Pack
I'm feeling just like I'm Bradley
Run up on me feel the wrath

[Pre-Chorus: PACKGOD]
Money talk that ho, just like I'm talking to yo bitch
I got thirty on my wrist and all my money getting spent
I got eighty fucking shooters and they coming for yo neck
Got a hundred fucking reasons why I gotta keep this tec
[Chorus: PACKGOD]
It's for the money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk
All I do is money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk (ah)

[Verse 2: Leg]
ODST how it drop to the ground
Got hollow tips you can tell by the sound
40 clip im upping the rounds
Run up on me n***a you outta bounds
Run up on me you get put in the dirt
Patek on me like that lil n***a vert
Dual blades in the night haze
N***a want that smoke? N***a you getting merked
Got snakes on the hat got snakes on my shirt
Two twin Glocks on me Ernie and Bert
Bullet proof vest on my mofucking body lil n***a
So you know I ain't getting hurt
Im in the hell cat im going 200 my n***a like fuck it this shit boutta skurt
I got yo bitch in the mofucking telly my n***a I told her to take off her skirt

[Chorus: PACKGOD]
It's for the money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk
All I do is money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk (ah)

[Verse 3: PACKGOD]
Choppa piranha that shit go ftaa
Feel like obama when im in the trap
I got a knife on that mofucking drako
That shit could go cut you right out of the map
I pour like twenty inside of the four
I made ten bands slide that shit to the bro
Should I get the thermal or the extendo?
Cash money in the bank ho
Feel like im on Nuketown how I up this fucking drako
When im in the city know I always gotta stay low
When im in the city know I always gotta stay low
[Chorus: PACKGOD]
It's for the money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk
All I do is money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk, money talk