Money Talk (feat. Fat Money)

Big Chris, Lil Chris That will cause a problem, just don't call me bro Chris Talk money with my nigga, or should I say Fat Money? Let's tell these bro niggas a little bit about this money shit, you hear me? Big money tall money lil money no money No capping I been rapping on the road getting show money But I been in the rain selling cane getting snow money These hoes love a nigga 'cause they know young and blow money Black chick, brown skin, light skin, snow-bunny Hit up magic city In Atlanta and I throw money If a fuck nigga think it's sweet, tell po hunny Keep some young hot head shorts who a blow for me (baw-baw-baw-baw-baw-baw) I been getting money since a youngin call it old money So much money you think a nigga grow money Broke ass nigga he scrub spend his hoe money Tell that lab I ain't doing that never sell your soul money Shining on these niggas that platinum rose gold money Diamond on my neck and wrist cost about 400 She be selling pussy for them bands that hoe money Work a nine to five hell nall that's slow money Move a few bricks hit some licks that's fast money Every time you see me bing, bling that's cash I remember they I ain't even have gas money Now a fuck nigga play games put a bag on 'em 20 bands 20 grand that's get on his ass money Fuck robbin, niggas, broke nigga that's mad money Goofy ass nigga acting like he never had money I'm a fat nigga so you know a nigga got Fat Money Who would ever thought a young nigga get rap money? I was shacking dope cooking crack getting trap money (all frake my nigga) (frake) Help my dogs out put the gang on the map money Six, eight, ten of four we be shooting crap money Enough of big Chris now it's time to hear Fat Money Double R truck I ain't never had rap money Came a long way spending Baby Mama Tax money Fuck a Scat pack Widebody Hellcat money Buy the whole hood back circulate black money First young niggas in the hood had crack money Tan it up Back End Child No Cap Money Put a price tag on yo head that's hat money (raddadah-skrrrrt-dah dah!) Duck, duck goose hit the head Quack Quack Money See a white Wraith on the Sib that's Fat Money Moe Cat made a whole M that was Cat money Came out a Pandemic Up no bap dummy 'Bouta call Missy right now I got Saks money Fontaine send the drip tell him hold dat for me Run up on me in here you a whole crash dummy (skrr-raddadah-ta-ta) I could never let it be said nigga Patched Money Send the pape through asap call it Fax money I should put a mirror in the booth 'that was facts Money Give him two nines on his back Warren Sapp Money You wan' go to war nigga you need more than that money Make her take a knee for the King Colin Kap Money Thought I was in Silicon Valley all this app Money (What? Fat Money, Fat Money)