Tahmond - Money Talk

I'm on a paper route boy this that money talk
Oh did you say something 'bout money? Yea that's what I thought
And you ain't never filled your pocket with a money knot
Stop tryna spread out all them twenties you ain't got the guap
You Broke!
Said you ain't got the cheese
Twenty-sixteen the True Man rocking double Gs
Twenty-seventeen the Lick Man, I need all your weed
Twenty-eighteen I fell in love and let the hoes free
Twenty-nineteen I'm jetski racing out in Bora Bora
Riding round the island I'm exploring like my name is Dora
Lil baby tryna ride with me, like her name Gamora
Lil baby tryna vibe with me, she can feel my aura
Wifey tryna say I'm running late, but I really wasn't
Getting ready putting lotion on while I gas 100
If a nigga try to grab my hair, then it's repercussions
White girl see my coil hair now she want to touch it
I ain't never stressing 'bout a hoe they come a dime a dozen
You think because I fucked it mean I care, but it really doesn't
How the fuck I hop up in the booth and turn it to a oven?
How the fuck I used to count on you, now you ain't my cousin?
I can go and talk her out her panties it ain't really nothing
I can go into a foreign country probably fuck a Russian
Damn, bitch I'm really gassing
Homie called my phone the other day and said I'm really spazzing
She shaking when I flip her on the bed, now I'm really laughing
She running from the middle to the edge, damn I'm really thrashing
Handicapped I'm still chasing the check, all on one leg
Niggas watch me mix the yeast up, but I break bread
He looking at me like I owe him something, nigga play dead
Nobody told you that the closed mouths do not get fed?
Damn, boy who raised you?
How you lazy with no hustle when you got it made too?
Born blessed but sitting on my ass what I ain't do
Especially when it's niggas on the bottom that make moves
Nigga, make your money double
Before I have you sleeping in the dirt by the honeysuckles
Let my whip switch its own lane I got to pop my knuckles
Momma hate when I put it in sport, said I'll get in trouble
But I don't really care
She told me that the police on the hunt but I'm well aware
Twelve think they hiding in the cut but I see him there
A police pickup truck that's in pursuit? He wouldn't dare
Nigga, who gone say I'm wrong?
I'm going way too fast in this bitch like I'm Eobard Thawne
They know every bar that I spit, I'm coming strong
They know who it is in this bitch, It's Big Tahmond

Written by:
Aaron Howard

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