Ms Banks – Money Talks 1 Lyrics
“Money Talks 1” Lyrics:
Yeah, Uhh
Uhh, Came tru looking like the star that I am
Ass on fat and the wrist on blam
I heard you talking bout me, but I don’t give a damn
How you taking all these notes, and you still don’t bang
I do it for the love, you do it for the gram
When I made my first grand I didn’t have no man
I don’t talk to the pigs, but they don’t understand
Cah every time I’m in the booth man I gotta go ham
Wham Bam, beat a bitch up on site
I don’t take shit light baby don’t get bright
Way too tick, dats why I got a deal wid nike
Same reason I was deh deh did ya man last night
But I don’t want him
Future don’t look too promising
Said you got a ting baby why is you hollering
Oh you want a piece? I sent him back to the streets
This ain’t no communion offering
Back then I was young didn’t havе none
I was OT with the kitty’s tryna stack funds
Now I’m a boss couple workеrs had to sack some
Uno, to catch wise gotta act dumb
Humble enough to show love but please dont play with my humility
And think that you can doubt my capability
For the opps its hostility
And I can pick a hoe apart if she wanna get finicky
Talk slick but then they turn around and mimic me
Baby girl it ain’t my fault I got the agility
The thighs match and the face is giving symmetry
It ain’t my fault they’re all into me
This boy tryna holla at me
Look at your shoes
Ah wah di rass?
Boy move
I used to cop Zs on Zs no snooze
You think I came all this fuckin way just to lose?
No way
If you wanna see me in the flesh you gotta pay
I’ll take the deposit and the back end same day
For everyone that doubted up your mom the same way
South East baby
Wooly road shit the hood raised me
I used to go school by Pasley
I was bad no surprise they overlooked me
Now were talking 20 racks just to book me
For real
N* want my pussy in return for a verse
Boy hmm
How dat work?
When I think how they try to play me gotta smirk
Fragile little ego that rejection gotta hurt
I know some real n* that will slap it in reverse
Put em in a hearse, then hit turks
I didn’t do it to merk you I just merk
Did a lil twerk now I’m poppin like a perc
Ass going viral
Good food yeah I got that ital
Bitch I’m ya mother fuckin idol
I’m in it for the long run I can out that on the bible
They need me in the game Big Banks I’m too vital
Big Banks I’m too vicious
Broke bitches make me nervous, and I’m way superstitious
All these hoes claiming the realist
Because you don’t watch ya mouth, and ya tone is malicious
Might catch me in Enish chopping efor wit ya uncle
He finna cop me some bundles
I’m on these bitches head like a frontal
Like you can really get it if you want to
Laughing to the bank they ain’t got no humour
You want the ass? Know it comes widda fupa
Ohh you tryna buss? You ain’t a shooter
Beat the pussy up like Kurt Zouma
