It's a Kick back in a Maybach is loud
I don't give no f*cks, I'm higher than the pope
Got your bitch took in the Saint Laurent store
Push back, push back, slangin' that dope
Fah, fah, it's the only way I cope
I can't even tell her I don't want her anymore
Yeah, that bitch is a deranged hoe
Ha, play her like a piano
Run away from a bitch like I'm Usain Bolt
Pfrrh, she like, how you gonna drive
You don't even got the keys
Put your chain inside the cooler, want it on zero degrees
That nigga went to school and he got zero degrees
Pfrrh, Yeah, he was laughing at me
Money talk, money talk, money talk
Money talk, money talk, money talk
Money talk, money talk, money talk
All this money got me speaking Guapanese
He lactose intolerant, he ain't getting cheese
Got Vetements on my shin pads
Got your bitch took nigga so sad
If her fit full of RICK
Then I make her touch her toes
We have rich sex, we got money on the floor
I just spent a band on the Saint Laurent coat
They like money don't buy happiness, then why I'm in the store
Money talk, money talk, money talk
Money talk, money talk, money talk
Money talk, money talk, money talk
Money talk, MONEY TALK
All this cash got a nigga counting up
How you claiming you got money, you can show a hunnid bucks
Ha, I can't even f*ck her, she a slut
But I like the way she pouring in my cup
I can't fall in love in the club, they just see me throwing ones
Cause I'm shooting money out the money gun
Ha, put her in a Benz truck
Now your hoe she fanned out, I can't f*ck her, she a slut
Put my thumb in her butt
I just put my thumb in her butt
Money talk, money talk
Money talk, money talk