Money Talk - Young Buck, The City Paper, Young Buck & The City Paper

Broadway, Turn my headphones up!

It’s Buck!

I got my face on the newspaper

You bought me some new haters

Smoking on new flavors

Im walking in new gators

All of these dudes haters

All of their bitches love us

Every TGIFriday’s all they do is discuss us

Used to stay in the projects, the bitch got a job though

Lisa playing numbers thinkin she gon hit lotto

Domonique dont speak, she a model

But her best friend a freak and she swallow

Tw-Twerk Ho (Twerk sum) Twerk Ho!

Ask your baby daddy what he buy the work for

Pam gotta condo, and we got a bond tho

Somethin bout Gloria, her family mexicano!

What you know bout meetin the plug at McDonalds?

White bricks when you rip back the vinyl.

(Uhhh)

Jump ball bitch!

This the finals.

We can win and put the bullshit behind us

Either love me or leave me alone (Twerk sum bitch)

Either love me or leave me alone (Twerk sum bitch)

You can get it or you can be gone (Twerk sum)

You can get it or you can be gone

Now be quiet and let the money talk

Hey lil buddy excurse me how can ya’ll refurse me

Im jumpin back, turnin one into two, now where that money at

Them ain’t no real diamonds boy what you doin with that

Hit you with this choppa nigga ain’t no comin back (brrap)

Soon as I shot him, watched the devil snatch the soul up out him

This nigga was a killa wasn’t no ho about him

I’m rich on it, like im in that trunk memphis shit?

Gettin lit wit some niggas that im in prison with (AYYE)

Yeah, reportin live from behind bars

In my cell with a mic shout out to the gaurds (uhh)

Doin push ups on the prison yard, ain’t bout no fuckin games and these niggas

know it

Got your bitch on my busy list, I love her for it

Got her out there buyin shit she never could afford