You know, if money could talk my nigga

It'd kinda sound, like this here mayn

That's me nigga, Killa Gorilla

B.H.O., we serving and collecting nigga run it





Big badge on my necklace, candy paint on my ride

I'm gripping Louis Va-Slugga, with peanut butter inside

I drop the top when I slide, I drop the top when I slide

Dr-drop the top when I slide, it make the boppers go crazy





You see I make money money, make money money money

Fuck with it, you gon take twenty bullets from me

Rubberband Banks, pockets full of dead honkeys

Addicted to carbohydrates, I'ma bread junkie

Only time I lose weight, when I'm pushing

Forgive me Lord, I might not be a saint but I'm pushing

Cup full of oil I'm bush'n, selling it like Arabs

Two diamond chains, look like they cabs

Blue over grey slabs, with the low pros on it

Fuck 3's, gotta be 4's when I roll on it

My money like wood, it's mandatory that I hold on it

And I keep a deaf ear, when a hoe want it

You got prop money, I got block money

So F-Y-I, Killa getting guac' honey

I'm a real baller, these boys just act like it

I heard talk cheap, but Killa got sacks pouches









Big chain big car, big money big bar

What I'm pouring up, cause I'm a big star

Fly cat, you can find me where that sky at

G-4 leering through kush clouds, I'm on a fire sack

Money talk, I'm all ears for the convo

I got the coke but not the one, come with your combo

I'm so dope boy fresh, I got em on deck

I'm talking bout stacks, where the rubberbands at

Like T.I.P, I do it B-I-G

Cause I'm a bad boy, off in the V.I.P.

With top models I pop bottles, and I swallow

The best champagne, that money can buy me

If you think a nigga slipping, come and try me

And I'ma oput the bluck-blucka, to a bitch's body

And send a bitch nigga body, to the sky like Heidie

Then hit the presidential suites, while you chill off in the lobby









I hear you talking cash shit, but you sounding like foreigners

Dead presidents on me, call Killa coroner

Spender and a lender, y'all niggaz just borrowers

So all your cheap talking, don't bother us

I got VVS do', y'all niggaz got flaws

Pockets full og big Franks, and I ain't talking hot dogs

Kyle's style hot dog, yeah but not yall's

That's why my money talk, and y'all pockets lock jaw