[Verse 1]

I'ma pimp, a pen's my hoe

She don't ever move 'til I say so

Her only purpose in life is get me large

I got my pen workin' 16 bars

When I'm happy she happy, sad she sad

She make sure we both have

She know I got plenty more ready to replace her

Bitch better have mine

I'm not lettin' no pen get out of line

You get it, I mean, can you dig it

She committed to me, she please niggas for me

My shit's so tight, she leave a nigga for me

I met her in a studio, she caught my eye

She was with a mac, over kickin' whack ass rhymes

I needed a pen, so he let me borrow her

Like my shit ain't ill enough to overpower her

I see he wasn't treatin' her right

I gave her some paper

And let her do her thing that night

Thats right, I took her from that playa

He to concerned with his money and his data

She told me, shit he be kickin' be so weak

I told him, your hoe chose me I'm goldie

Be cool, or we can make the heat come out

Your pen work for me 'til the ink run out (playa)



[Chorus]

Money talks and bullshit walks

Rap is a hustle, yo

Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme

Put me on the streets and I'm goin' for mine

Money talks and bullshit walks

Rap is a hustle, yo

Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme

Put me on the streets nigga



[Verse 2]

My rap is uncut raw, out the door

Type shit to have fiends lookin' for more

Your rap is lactose; you cooked up, the glass broke

Customers complainin', some never comin' back yo

My rap flow is pure all white, in the hood all night

You made your first sale when I sold out

My shit numbs your whole mouth, yours leaves a foul taste

My rhyme's a felony, yours never seen a trial date

You need a legal aid, my pen got the DA's paid

My flows sleepin' in a cave

No day's I got the streets in this mad

You need a mask to prepare the ? here

It's heated glass once I flip this track

You should see my stash, I got rhymes for days

Fuckin' right crime pays, I stay deliverin, ain't no middle man

I never short my mans or cross my fans

Or switch my supply when money cross my hand

It's funny, I'm here, unlike like the crew I used to roll wit'

Yall might as well work for me, I got that clientele

You put too much cut in that stuff yall tried to sell

That's the reason why your empire fell like Goliath

I'm supplyin' ghettos and satisfyin' Marks

NARC's is analiyzin', askin' why this kid

out bridge is commin' through with platinum sound' and

Bringin' heat to the street like if I had the iron (for real)



[Chorus]

Money talks and bullshit walks

Rap is a hustle, yo

Only the strong survive, I was born to rhyme

Put me on the streets and I'm goin' for mine

Money talks and bullshit walks

Rap is a hustle, yo