Money Talks - Kutt Calhoun

I can make a referee commit a deadly sin

Make a Strange nigga whip you senseless with a pistol

They call me the shot calla, known to get the party started, get faded,

marks my barber

Soon as I speak my wingspan’s for miles, I meet somewhere you speak where no

weak man’s allowed

I got the power to shower with Halle Berry, devour every soul in ya house if

it’s neccessary

And I’m known to get back, niggas get kidnapped just make phone call to where

ya kids at, it’s fucking real

I wage wars and mean go with the worst of men, get involved with me believe I

bring the hearses in

The police is 50/50, half of 'em with me and the other half is always out to

get me

But I’m protected by the government because of my contacts and I ain’t never

told on a one yet

People love me 'cause the way I talk, the way I look I’m just another bighead

crook

The envy of all people, for rich or for poor, you find me and I give you what

you want more

I hang with the rich