(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