Money talk and uhh, cash rules I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now Get money, make money, get money Get money, make money, get money, make money Money, money
bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now Get money, make money, get money, get money, make money, get money, make money (C-Murder) Verse: 2 Money, money
Translation: C-Murder. Money Talks.
You's a airhead bitch... scarecrow. Ha, ain't nothing old 'but my money bitch. (Ha ha) This is grown liquid assets. Benjamin's my daddy, you Young Money
shit (yeah, c'mon) Took home "Life after Death" and they studied it (that's right) Listened to the double disc (yeah) Now they all spit, like they all legit (c
you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear things scream in my dreams Murder, murder in black convertibles I kill a block, I murder
a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing Life has no meaning and money is king
made a 50 pack i ran strait threw it got numbers in my blow spot my trap house boomin talkin trap talk bitch i bet up wit me talkin trap talk im still
you an assed it Give it up smooth, this a jack don't move This is murder music nigga don't disturb this groove 2 Trill Ent., Cash Money, and A Koppa
shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face Y'all some "Well wishers", friendly actin', envy hidin' snakes With your hands out for my money
Yo, straight out the box with my soggy little shrimp, I was an eight year old girl before the doctor found my dick. (Jorma) We make too much money for this shit! Murder
, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon, c
gotta get money so fuck it just show him what's real 'Cause it's all about money, money, yeah Don't get in my way Fuckin' with my money 'cause that
to killin Cause broke niggaz be illin Wantin money for a shoot or somethin But you get nothin but murder when I be shootin somethin Chorus [fatal - talking
'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York It's evident in the way that I talk-a-talk I travel abroad
