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key glock – money talk lyrics

[intro]
(let the band play)
the f+ck?
ayy

[chorus]
money talk, what the f+ck is you talkin’ ’bout?
quarter mil’ on the richard, i’m ballin’ out
half a mil’ at the trap, this a haunted house
f+cked your b+tch, now she walk like a zombie now (uh)
i’m that n+gga her n+gga be worryin’ ’bout (yeah)
pay my lil’ cuz to gun your big brother down (yeah)
got them bands, flipped my gang, served the whole town (yeah)
used to sell pounds, now i sell out shows now (woo)
yeah, sellin’ out shows
sellin’ out fours, i’m back on the road, let’s go
yeah, let’s get a bankroll
until it can’t fold, then go get some more, let’s go
yeah, b+tch, i’m g.i. joe (yeah)
yeah, strapped up just like g.i. joe, uh
play with me, your brains get blown
yeah, yeah, b+tch, your brains get blown

[verse 1]
yeah, ballin’ too hard, b+tch, look at the score, huh (look at the score)
yeah, b+tch, look at the score (uh)
i’m a n+gga with a lot, yeah, everybody know (everybody know)
see this sh+t tatted on my throat
yeah, thirties on us, everybody got poles (everybody thirtied up)
glizock, yeah, he commando (yup)
yeah, i’m gettin’ too much, they thought i sold my soul (what?)
yeah, they thought i sold my soul (uh, the f+ck?)
b+tch, i ain’t sold sh+t
but some pounds, i came from nicks (came from nicks, yeah)
yeah, uh, i came from nicks
shout out to my new york b+tch (yeah)
shout out to my new york b+tch (ayy)
she another n+gga b+tch
and shout out to my gang, man (gang)
they love it when i talk that sh+t (talk your sh+t, bruh)
[chorus]
money talk, what the f+ck is you talkin’ ’bout? (huh?)
quarter mil’ on the richard, i’m ballin’ out (yeah)
half a mil’ at the trap, this a haunted house (huh?)
f+cked your b+tch, now she walk like a zombie now
i’m that n+gga her n+gga be worryin’ ’bout (yeah)
pay my lil’ cuz to gun your big brother down
got them bands, flipped my gang, served the whole town (woo)
used to sell pounds, now i sell out shows now (woo)
yeah, sellin’ out shows
sellin’ out fours, i’m back on the road, let’s go
yeah, let’s get a bankroll
until it can’t fold, then go get some more (get some more)
yeah, b+tch, i’m g.i. joe (yeah)
yeah, strapped up just like g.i. joe, uh
play with me, your brains get blown
yeah, yeah, b+tch, your brains get blown

[verse 2]
blah, blah, thirty in this glock, i’ma shoot ’til i can’t no more (thirty)
i’ma get cake ’til it ain’t no more
yeah, i’ma hustle hard ’til i can’t no more (can’t no more)
bah, bah, yeah
young n+ggas with me, they trained to go (yup)
yeah, young n+ggas with me, they trained to go (yup)
them young n+ggas, they can’t wait to blow (they can’t wait to blow), bang, yeah
b+tch, i’m still the old me (old me)
if you a shooter, show me, yeah (show me)
if you a shooter, show me (show me, what’s up, n+gga?)
yeah, yeah, big racks what i’m toting, yeah (big racks)
big racks what i’m toting, yeah (big racks)
big racks what i’m toting (racks)
[chorus]
money talk, what the f+ck is you talkin’ ’bout? (yeah, yeah)
quarter mil’ on the richard, i’m ballin’ out (yeah)
half a mil’ at the trap, this a haunted house
f+cked your b+tch, now she walk like a zombie now (uh)
i’m that n+gga her n+gga be worryin’ ’bout
pay my lil’ cuz to gun your big brother down (yeah)
got them bands, flipped my gang, served the whole town (yeah)
used to sell pounds, now i sell out shows now (woo)
yeah, sellin’ out shows
sellin’ out fours, i’m back on the road, let’s go (let’s go)
yeah, let’s get a bankroll
until it can’t fold, then go get some more (get some more)
yeah, b+tch, i’m g.i. joe (yeah)
yeah, strapped up just like g.i. joe, uh (yeah)
play with me, your brains get blown
yeah, yeah, b+tch, your brains get blown (yeah)

[outro]
f+ck is you talkin’ ’bout?
yup

- key glock lyrics

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