Money Talks Lyrics

(f/Angie Martinez & Timbaland)

Yo, yo yo yo
This joint is strictly for heavyweighters
Not for playa haters, know what I'm sayin'?
Cause in the commission
You ask for permission to hit it, uh
My man Blake flew me to the Erie Lake
Introduced me to this heavyweight
He called himself Drake
First mistake, Jesus piece was fake
But wait, he got singles in his cape
I ain't fuckin' with him
Number one rule, always keep your cool
Even though you ain't a fool
And you see right through the nigga
How he figure?
If he holding left and six
He gonna get the seven digits or visit
Numbers in my wizard
Duke can't even work the space
Glass shoes and englues
Put em dead in his place
Damn Blake, can't tell this cat is a snake?
I got 20/20 vision, funny money vision
No dough, no show
Dodo, that's a nono
Just some famous words from the late Frank White
I blink right, if your bank tight
Duke wanted me to work for him
Even flirt for him, wear a short skirt for him
He don't know I'm a intaperdent him
At the end of the day
Shit, I got bills to pay, and it ain't my fault
If money talk and bullshit walk, Round 1

[Chorus]
I'm in love wit ta mon, nearly twice my age
(Some stuff in another language)
More time, more money, have it your way
(2x)
You know the money and the lovin' is my style
Me a forget it tonight

The play starts at 8:00, let's hit the venue
Invited his man, and some bitch named Kendu
Tried to style on em
Shoes with the crocadile on it
But the nigga still was cornered
He bought it
His preference was more sorta like soccer
Me, I do offers with the Mali and the vodka
Out in Cali gettin' proper, And I
Betcha $50, my whole commitee stay shitty
Act smitty with the Desert E's
One glance at the beds he make ya freeze
Please, I got a mil on these
Whatcha talkin'?
I...Hate this nigga in the worst way
And I didn't wanna be here in the first place
But a, It's just vendetta for my man
Do anything for the fam
I'ma go along with the plan
Tryin' hard not to throw him off
And I know he soft
When I cough, it's to cover up a lie
And the lie keep me full of empathy
So when I shit on this nigga
He gonna still pamper me
I see, this nigga ain't about nutin
Cause he keep frontin'
He must be up to something
Round em up, here I come, uh

[Chorus]

As the evening winds down
I'm making sure that my milli got rounds
Playin' ticky back to town
Now, I picked a place, Umberto beforces
Italian where they confiscate
Burners in they orifice, metamorphis
Anywhere, any year, who dare
They the Marvin, they don't care
And I swear
While I comtemplate thinkin about later
Here come the waiter with the phone in the tray
Anyways, "Is there a queen in the house?"
How could he say this out his mouth?
I'm the only black chick with diamonds this thick
Hopin, it's my nigga Blake
See? Cause sometimes these cat's like to fool you

[Someone else]
Check it, let me screw you
Remember when I said those niggas robbed Meo?
Rolled on him, stuck him up in the black Geo
They was creo, used to be a tight trio
Till one fled with the dough
What's his name?

[Lil' Kim] Rio!!

[Timbaland]
I was a girlie lover, smooth undercover
Paid those hos with tight clothes
(Like there was no other)
Dumber like those younger brothers
Till they caught me for my gems
All I'm saying what they did to me
Do it to him
Is you straight?

[Lil' Kim]
You late duct tape and cable rope
Once I rap around his throat
That's all she wrote, uh

[Angie Martinez and Timbaland]
Bullshit walk, money talk
(8x)

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