Listen to Money Talks (feat. Shporky Pork) by No Intent

Money Talks (feat. Shporky Pork)

No Intent

Hip-Hop/Rap

15 Shazams

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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isidora Vuceta
Isidora Vuceta
Songwriter
Austin Labrador
Austin Labrador
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shporky Pork
Shporky Pork
Producer
Stevey Slice
Stevey Slice
Mixing Engineer
Nick Franklin at Rolodex Sound
Nick Franklin at Rolodex Sound
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's most definitely mathematics when I spit rhymes Lines level the devil drop you to hell stage nine My tongue is a sword leave the scars on ur vinyl Til ur all bled out like a female menstrual cycle Obsolete rappers I'm ahead of my time Cause I saw into the future and I made that shit mine You trying too hard just another walking clone No style or game to throw Just a dog chasing bones Chasin pussy to the throne counting stacks on your housing cracked pavement Wearin fake gold say you made it Fuck that I been to hell and back wrote my manuscript I'd give u copy but I know you'll try to copy it Light a big L talk shit about the rich and famous Never had that lifestyle and I hope I never make it Ain't about the fortune or fame I ain't that person seems the richer u become the more your wealth becomes a burden Murderin emcees like its ring around the rosie Infect u like the plague til ur 6 ft cozy Better off dead just another walking zombie If money does the talk then u already lost gee They say money talks Better shut your mouth They say money talks Better shut your mouth They say money talks Better shut your mouth They say money talks Better shut your mouth My raps long like the day Like egyptians had slaves Mel Gibson type brave Stevey here to fucking slay Fuck all these corny rappers Styles all the same Couldn't copy my shit Even if you got paid They say money talks But boy shut ya mouth Talking all of this see I know you for the clout When the shit hits the fan let me check how you stand If the gun to my face I'll grab it and I'll pull the trigger Before you get me I'll get myself Straight kamikaze Death before dis honour That's how a gee lives Underground king my soul full of mischief Use to twist them paper zags Stay bloody like a vag Hate you cunts with a pash Get ya self knocked out When you try step to this I dash with no finger prints Still wanna talk shit your mouth smelling like garbage Everybody wanna rap these days Find me in the shadow walking around these ways Alley cats stray dogs that's my type of people Stay sharp with the pen and my ink stay lethal Fuck the reeper stevey mad scarier Colder than a freezer in a battle I'll defeat ya In a battle I'll defeat ya
Writer(s): Isidora Vuceta Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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