Godard - Money Language (feat. Barretta, Your Stepdad & Sundon) Lyrics

We used to ride with a cape on our back
For once in my life I feel safe where I'm at
Better stay on P, don't play with that cash
Drug stay on me, bitch I keep Prozac
If you f*ck with the team then the feet no tech
Put the crack on your teeth you don't see your plaque
For the weight of the world like they knees on my back
I done got too much money, can't tweak over cash
Shorty don't like when she see me upset
Fly to the rack for the fee of the set
The bitch know I don't go to sleep without some sex
Ever since rap it's like three thousand checks
It's like three k plus tax for the feature
Ain't have trouble, I'm catching a beat
Toe itch, whip it out, pack in the heat
Hot spliffs, no I'm not passing the sheets
I still graduated I was averaging in C's
Hot box the whip we still freestyling casually
I can satisfy needs till I work for this shit took the risk it was hazardly
Took a while, I ain't know my own passion
I'm still tick-tocking questions, get ask it
Find the method abuse it harass it
I keep going and use it for traction
Feel the energy, put on for all of my peep
Devil calling, I'm not choosing side of the evil
Set it go and create a new path for the need
Let's go travel Japan and then learn a new language
Let's go travel Japan and go learn a new language
I speak on this time like a bilingual mad man
The past and the present
Our future is patent
I slide on this beat like I'm woven satin
Get kicked to the curb if you lacking
Put all in to work, never slacking
Get seated and fastened
Belt is tight around the waist
I never take a second wait
Full throttle pushing past your face
We running off money and passion
Letting them know this is fractions
Everything I got is massive, divide it some more double assets
This my go and make a racket, then I go and make a rack then
Head to toe, girl I'm well endowed
In the PG version I'm PG keem
The names you keep in your mouth ain't got weight to hold
Cause ain't jack shit here, got shit on we
In the bed in the bed that you make is the bed I lay
And I don't wanna see none of y'all bringing them plates around when I cut my cake
No thing as time or restrictions
Got what we want, for we ask for
No answers to what we be waking
AMs to PMs, I'm playing for it
Carry me round like a Jan sport
We could be action like tabloid
Tabloid, tabloid, tabloid, more
Let's discover new cultures
Let's blow up his bank
You can tell me I'm cold and I'll lower my patience
You can show them you open, but never be grateful
Bitch, half y'all niggas go talk on the mic when no end's up
I'll say it faithfully, I put the weed down and pick it back up
Cause I know that it's keeping me stable
Let's go travel Japan and go learn a new language
I speak on this time like a bilingual mad man
The past and the present
Our future is patent
I slide on this beat like I'm woven satin
Get kicked to the curb if you lacking
Put all in to work, never slacking
Get seated and fastened
Belt is tight around the waist
I never take a second wait
Full throttle pushing past your face
We running off money and passion
Letting them know this is fractions
Everything I got is massive, divide it some more double assets
This my go and make a racket, then I go and make a rack then