Money Talks - Tim Russ

Tell you how

Tell you how to do it

Tell you how to do it

Yeah

Boys are freaking fly now

And they end up getting money so I might be looking fly now

Quiet now Russ is talking

I mean Russ is chirping

You catch fleas when you lay with bitches way too often

I just duck, keep it moving

Flipping thugs into fruition

I just sold out shows in Europe

With no label, no booking agent, no manager, no publicist

Just me, myself and all my visions

The self belief, the passions and the little persistence

I know some people that know some people that’ll get you fucked up

If you don’t keep your distance

Homie keep your distance

I got my cam with me, King with me

Pretty bitches that sing for me

Alley oop me the Gucci

And then I’m dunking like timothy

Ya

Niggaz ain’t getting no money

Niggaz ain’t getting no doe

Wouldn’t know when I’m counting my money

Wouldn’t know if a nigga went broke

(first of all) When I copped the mansion

I copped a gun for every room

Cos I know Niggaz camping

And you won’t catch me lamping

Whole crew on some Hugo

Boss up

Say what

Talk up

Birds tend to flock when I walk up

Here’s my toast

I’m trying to get bread, gel a loaf

For my squad, giddy up

That’s the pledge of allegiance

Praying to Jesus, hoping that he saves ya’ll

Ya’ll better save yourselves, mo***

Niggaz ain’t getting no money

Niggaz ain’t getting no doe

Wouldn’t know when I’m counting my money

Wouldn’t know if a nigga went broke

(first of all)