(Silkk Tha Shocker)
   Money talk and uhh cash rules
   I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
   What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo
   (Silkk Tha Shocker)
   Verse: 1
   I use to flip birds, now I just flip words
   When cops come to get me,
   it's because some shit that they heard
   Like I'm out to get dough
   Like I'm out to get mo
   Hacking like 6 to the 4
   Like 6 double 0, like
   Four, or either two doors
   Money no like C to the E O
   Oh I forgot like ju don't know
   Like I'm out to get cream
   Like fiend I just don't fuck around
   Just bust around
   Till niggas get the fuck out of town
   I wanted the house, so I got the house
   I wanted the car, so I got me the car
   Don't start, cause no heart is what got me this far
   I the type of nigga that don't give a fuck
   Just walked up and laughed at the cop
   Type of nigga to go up in traffic
   and start blastin the glock
   Rap's still down, C huh, pass me the rocks
   I don't be playing it serious
   I'm actually looked after he shot
   It's no love, for y'all 16 bullets
   Four slugs peace, ain't no bigger thugs than me and C
   So you got the mightious touch,
   for all the records you sold
   Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, just went gold
   I'm like a drug dealer,
   I hold nothing less than a quarter
   This is my last. last year I was just testing the water
   Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo that's my hood
   Any fool gotta make this much
   I just that good
   Money talk and uhh cash rules
   I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
   Get money, make money, get money,
   get money, make money, get money, make money
   (C-Murder)
   Verse: 2
   Money, money make the world spin like tops
   and two glocks for the motherfuckers we suing my rocks
   It's like the movies,
   niggas using uzi's wishing for peace
   But instead they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull it
   You reconsidered, cause I'm bitter,
   dumping weapons like litter
   After I blast you motherfuckers,
   and the niggas that with ya (fool)
   A come up is a come up
   Haters please don't run up
   Or get done up at sun up, cause I never put my gun up (nigga)
   Cash rules, it's like possessing my mind
   I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for mind
   A bitch gotta floss, and I gotta be the boss
   Fake niggas getting tossed, cause money talks
   (Fiend)
   Verse: 3
   Well I'm that whompter, Fiendy, want fetachini
   cabbage to the collard greeny
   Shocker clean, he se me rockin up my dream as genies
   Wanna cream me, so I had to join his tightest teamy
   Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd Ward Bossalinie
   No such terms as let me when we all got plenty
   Walking em skinny, cause I never over-looked a penny
   Money talks, my whomps, whomps
   The ATM, don't play with him,
   his money make the dikes wanna lay with him
   Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages
   Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiter
   C uhh, Murder and Silkk, they pay us for our trouble
   He maded that platinum go double
   That's why money talks
   ???
   Chorus
   Aiyyo, money talks like most bitches
   Sometimes I don't no what to do with these riches
   This paper, is just like my misses
   All day, fulfilling my wishes
   Did ya heard me
   We look for money, money never look for us
   C-Murder, Bossalinie of the rap industry
   Fiend, Mr. Whomp Whomp, excited prices, deep yacht Jones
   Silkk Tha Shocker, Vito, Da 504 Boyz
   Take those
   No Limit soldiers, till the world blow up by ???
   ya heard me