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av dinero & 'dler - talkin' lyrics

[hook: av dinero]

i hear what they say
see the hate in they face
made me tighten my lace
made me caught a case
n-ggas talking ‘bout me
they talking ‘bout me
n-ggas talking ‘bout me
why they talking ‘bout me?
i don’t play no games
don’t mention my name
we gon’ be straight, you don’t cross my way
n-ggas talking ‘bout me
they talking ‘bout me
n-ggas talking ‘bout me
why they talking ‘bout me?

[verse 1: av dinero]

only after that cash, don’t know why they mad
maybe ’cause they pockets sad and all of my pockets stay fat
f-ck what you n-ggas be whispering
benjamin franklin is the one that i’m listening
you n-ggas ain’t even the f-cking middle men
you say you smart, then solve me this riddle then
you n-ggas nothing but muh f-ckin’ little men
i be the muh f-ckin’ money man, you wasting my time
i’m tryna get hunnit bands, hunnit bands, hunnit bands, hunnit bands yeah, yeah
i don’t give a d-mn what they telling me
these n-ggas irrelevant
you n-ggas is mad, ‘cause you get no presidents
it ain’t my fault that you n-ggas broke
running your mouth don’t make you no dough
while you tryna pull up on these hoes, i’m tryna get me a bankroll
i hear them talking, but i pay no mind
ain’t making sense, so i cut your line
don’t mention me if ain’t about dollar signs
i’m ‘bout a dollar, f-ck nickels and dimes
miss me with that nonsense
i ain’t with that talking
i’mma catch a body if you p-ssies keep on trying
leave you with the jumpman on your forehead
mad ‘cause i get more bread
don’t make me make your face my new muh f-ckin’ doorstep

[hook: av dinero]

[verse 2: ‘dler]

i’m walking and walking and walking
they talking and talking and talking
they stalking and stalking and stalking
yeah, yeah, yeah
hear my name each step i take
turn around, they turn away
turn a round to a murder case
anchor man, ron burgundy
affirmative, i terminate
i’m termites, you’re furnished grain
and these just my early days
working hard, working late
after dark raise the bar like i hurled a mars up into sp-ce
(blawh)
oh, it can’t be, yes it can
gordon ramsey, i go h.a.m
don’t stab me in the back
i’ll gladly t-t for tat
i’m a half 8th of that dank
(dope)
turn a round to a murder case
say it twice in case you late
your tomorrow my yesterday
stop throwing shade like canopies
i can’t recognize the fakes
pull my leg, i’ll break your knees
hurry up or hang up, there’s no time to waste
phonies on their phones and then some
got ‘em on hold for twelve months

[hook: av dinero]

- av dinero dler lyrics

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