(Silkk Tha Shocker)   Money talk and uhh cash rules   I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now   What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo      (Silkk Tha Shocker)   Verse: 1      I use to flip birds, now I just flip words   When cops come to get me,   it's because some shit that they heard   Like I'm out to get dough   Like I'm out to get mo   Hacking like 6 to the 4   Like 6 double 0, like   Four, or either two doors   Money no like C to the E O   Oh I forgot like ju don't know   Like I'm out to get cream   Like fiend I just don't fuck around   Just bust around   Till niggas get the fuck out of town   I wanted the house, so I got the house   I wanted the car, so I got me the car   Don't start, cause no heart is what got me this far   I the type of nigga that don't give a fuck   Just walked up and laughed at the cop   Type of nigga to go up in traffic   and start blastin the glock   Rap's still down, C huh, pass me the rocks   I don't be playing it serious   I'm actually looked after he shot   It's no love, for y'all 16 bullets   Four slugs peace, ain't no bigger thugs than me and C   So you got the mightious touch,   for all the records you sold   Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, just went gold   I'm like a drug dealer,   I hold nothing less than a quarter   This is my last. last year I was just testing the water   Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo that's my hood   Any fool gotta make this much   I just that good      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      (C-Murder)   Verse: 2      Money, money make the world spin like tops   and two glocks for the motherfuckers we suing my rocks   It's like the movies,   niggas using uzi's wishing for peace   But instead they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull it   You reconsidered, cause I'm bitter,   dumping weapons like litter   After I blast you motherfuckers,   and the niggas that with ya (fool)   A come up is a come up   Haters please don't run up   Or get done up at sun up, cause I never put my gun up (nigga)   Cash rules, it's like possessing my mind   I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for mind   A bitch gotta floss, and I gotta be the boss   Fake niggas getting tossed, cause money talks      (Fiend)   Verse: 3      Well I'm that whompter, Fiendy, want fetachini   cabbage to the collard greeny   Shocker clean, he se me rockin up my dream as genies   Wanna cream me, so I had to join his tightest teamy   Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd Ward Bossalinie   No such terms as let me when we all got plenty   Walking em skinny, cause I never over-looked a penny   Money talks, my whomps, whomps   The ATM, don't play with him,   his money make the dikes wanna lay with him   Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages   Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiter   C uhh, Murder and Silkk, they pay us for our trouble   He maded that platinum go double   That's why money talks      ???   Chorus      Aiyyo, money talks like most bitches   Sometimes I don't no what to do with these riches   This paper, is just like my misses   All day, fulfilling my wishes   Did ya heard me      We look for money, money never look for us   C-Murder, Bossalinie of the rap industry   Fiend, Mr. Whomp Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones   Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz   Take those   No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by ???   ya heard me