Cuban Doll - Money Talk Lyrics

Tell that bitch dont speak on me unless its money talk Money counter on the dresser it keep running off Im just thinking bout that bently, I dont want a porsche Bad bitch, I look like a snack, Im who he wanna call. wooo wooo money talk, we dont do no funny talk i know her she soft, bitch I let a hundred off wooo wooo money talk we dont do no funny talk Im fucking with the plug and you be running off Blueface hundreds in the suitcase, Versace boots laced, gucci got the two snakes, bitches too fake, eating I got two plates with my goons a, turn up like its tuesday, yeah Bitches gon respect me or Im taking mine Thats your nigga you keep posting, I can make him mine Long nights in the trap yeah make it grind Im off that molly, call shotti when its breakfast time they sneak dissing I ignore them everytime I sparkle like a diamond you know thats the way I shine Pull up on your block you know thats my favorite line Pay me all cash you know that its banking time Man these hoes only talking cuz its wifi Im the truth I got sauce baby why lie you aint never seen a hundrend through your wide eyes man these broke bitches better not give me the side eye Tell that bitch dont speak on me unless its money talk Money counter on the dresser it keep running off Im just thinking bout that bently, I dont want a porsche Bad bitch, I look like a snack, Im who he wanna call. wooo wooo money talk, we dont do no funny talk i know her she soft, bitch I let a hundred off wooo wooo money talk we dont do no funny talk Im fucking with the plug and you be running off You planned it, but I wont understand it and I spray it out all hundreds, but the 20's rubberbanded, they want problems we got answers, you know what tip we on down to chop we get active we'll leave you hoes dramatic, disrespect a bitch like I aint got no manners in atlanta with my niggas pouring 4's in our feelings, all these pros I been stacking got these hoes talkin wreckless , bitch what I got on cost some racks I aint just rapping yeah. Real bitch day one & day two talking crazy knock her out the park, like she babe ruth, hoes say the fucking with me they smoking K2, pull up in a hell cat, and watch how hell break loose. Man these hoes only talking cuz its wifi Im the truth I got sauce baby why lie you aint never seen a hundrend through your wide eyes man these broke bitches better not give me the side eye Tell that bitch dont speak on me unless its money talk Money counter on the dresser it keep running off Im just thinking bout that bently, I dont want a porsche Bad bitch, I look like a snack, Im who he wanna call. wooo wooo money talk, we dont do no funny talk i know her she soft, bitch I let a hundred off wooo wooo money talk we dont do no funny talk Im fucking with the plug and you be running off