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Lil Wayne

"Money Talks"

{Verse 1]

My b*tches call me Jack, my di*k like a beanstalk
Don't look down, YM we on top
Excuse my French, pop that pus*y don't stop
We poppin' bottles, supermodels poppin' pus*y
b*tch n*ggas, they just need to get some pus*y
I'm on the edge, Grand Canyon, don't push me
Weezy so you n*ggas can't breathe, you're now in tune with Tunechi
I get pus*y like a dildo, to these ratchets I'm Harry Styles
All my chicks like Rihanna, they got a lot of styles
I run laps round n*ggas, check the Air Miles
I'm feelin' like Snoop, tell her bend it over, Doggystyle
Yeah, still' eatin' off 2001 drug money
Never a gang banger, but I always went after that Blood money
Can never have a enough money, I dodge n*ggas like Wesley
Flood that pus*y like a levee, go deep in that pus*y like Chevy
I got bars like San Quentin, b*tch this sh*t heavy

[Hook]

We grindin' out here, tryna get that new money
I'm doin' my thang, get you money
Feedin' all my n*ggas, that's that crew money

[Verse 2]

I tell a b*tch don't stop, y'all n*ggas is stop signs
I'm getin' laid, y'all just lying, through you teeth
Evening meal, got that pus*y in my teeth, yeah
Take it and kill it like this beat, ha
You n*ggas gassed up like Chevron, my Miami n*ggas got heat
Young Money genereal, don't f*ck with the Navy
She ready to tapout, Muhammad Ali
She pop that pus*y like a muthaf*ckin' ollie
She give me wood, I think her name was Holly
She screaming, I beat that pus*y up like Rocky, excuse me if I'm c*cky
She in love with my di*k, get knocked out if you wanna knock me
She make it stand, but it ain't funny
My di*k long, but not as long as my money
100 milli in the bank, so much head I'm ahead of the game
Red Nation n*gga, shout out to The Game
She clappin' that ass, get clapped if you wanna f*ck with me

[Hook]

We grindin' out here, tryna get that new money
I'm doin' my thang, get you money
Feedin' all my n*ggas, that's that crew money

[Verse 3]

Life's no b*tch, it's a di*k with it's up and downs
Gettin' all these b*tches, better stop f*ckin' round
To these n*ggas I'ma dead end, they see me and turn around
In and out o the cage, Feds think we animals cause we wildin' out
You'sa red nose n*gga, look who's laughin' now
Livivn' ghetto dreams, but sometimes it's a nightmare bein' Lil Wayne
Got a long Uzi and I carry it all day, b*tch please
I'm a skater, got tricks up my sleeve
Got a b*tch that look like Beyonce, all night she sayin' my name
Say my name, but never say it in vain
I'll pop your arteries, f*ck n*ggas, I told y'all not to f*ck with me
Rich Gang and we livin' fast, you better keep up
Money talks, these n*ggas better speak up
Weezy F for f*ck you, that goes out to the fake n*ggas
I'mma Hot Boy, got that fire, you ain't gon' put me out n*gga
Cash Money, that's my fam n*gga

[Hook]

We grindin' out here, tryna get that new money
I'm doin' my thang, get you money
Feedin' all my n*ggas, that's that crew money

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