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Money Talk Video (MV)




Performed By: Vuuts
Language: English
Length: 3:35
Written by: Isaiah Gregg




Vuuts - Money Talk Lyrics




Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica

Let my money talk
Yeah that money talk
Yeah that money talk
Yeah that money talk
Hit my money walk
With my smutty walk
Yeah you know what's up
When that money talk

Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
All of them nights along could not give a f*ck a hater
Balling like post Malone call me showtime imma laker yeah
Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
All of them nights along could not give a f*ck a hater
Balling like post Malone call me showtime imma laker yeah

Yes I'm positive my whole team got my back
Yes I'm positive my blood type real as that
Yes they trained to go if I show them where it's at
Yes that's for my bro why I came to attack
Came to knock you off
Claiming but you soft nigga knock it off
I got all the sauce nigga I'm the boss
Come against my team you just took a loss
Please do not get involved
Ambulance came had to tape it off
Girl you ain't no press what you taping for?
Gotta move in silence my g's know the dog know the dog dawg
Ain't no f*cking law
If I want the broad imma have the broad
Call up muah and muah for menage a trois
Mami como estas oye ven aca dale tonti

Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
All of them nights along could not give a f*ck a hater
Balling like post Malone call me showtime imma laker yeah
Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
All of them nights along could not give a f*ck a hater
Balling like post Malone call me showtime imma laker yeah

Mamba status that's my apparatus
Came from dreams of living lavish but was living savage
I ain't even tryna preach or teach show off the madness
But you need to know that dasodee is for America
Ain't nothing scarier
A town of black people with they shit together bruh
See I see rap people and see what they headed for
CCA trap people what they call it trapping for
Modern day America
I had dreams of the money last night and it gave me new life and I had new life
Nightmares of no money that's right I ain't have no life I ain't have no life
I was a ghost on the corner pass by I ain't get no hi wouldn't look that's why
We're close but we act so far I don't even know why we're human beings that's all
I just heard the cash call
Gotta call you back baby click bygone
When they play my song you might need some Tylenol
Living through my life so distorted so long

Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
All of them nights along could not give a f*ck a hater
Balling like post Malone call me showtime imma laker yeah
Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
All of them nights along could not give a f*ck a hater
Balling like post Malone call me showtime imma laker yeah

I'm the man I'm the man with the plan not a xan I'm the man with plan oh man
For this life cannot plan move to fat out of hand going ham they be like oh damn
You my wife no mam understand I'm the man with the plan no mam no mam
Eskimos with the flows cold damn
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Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica

Let my money talk
Yeah that money talk
Yeah that money talk
Yeah that money talk
Hit my money walk
With my smutty walk
Yeah you know what's up
When that money talk

Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
All of them nights along could not give a f*ck a hater
Balling like post Malone call me showtime imma laker yeah
Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
All of them nights along could not give a f*ck a hater
Balling like post Malone call me showtime imma laker yeah

Yes I'm positive my whole team got my back
Yes I'm positive my blood type real as that
Yes they trained to go if I show them where it's at
Yes that's for my bro why I came to attack
Came to knock you off
Claiming but you soft nigga knock it off
I got all the sauce nigga I'm the boss
Come against my team you just took a loss
Please do not get involved
Ambulance came had to tape it off
Girl you ain't no press what you taping for?
Gotta move in silence my g's know the dog know the dog dawg
Ain't no f*cking law
If I want the broad imma have the broad
Call up muah and muah for menage a trois
Mami como estas oye ven aca dale tonti

Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
All of them nights along could not give a f*ck a hater
Balling like post Malone call me showtime imma laker yeah
Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
All of them nights along could not give a f*ck a hater
Balling like post Malone call me showtime imma laker yeah

Mamba status that's my apparatus
Came from dreams of living lavish but was living savage
I ain't even tryna preach or teach show off the madness
But you need to know that dasodee is for America
Ain't nothing scarier
A town of black people with they shit together bruh
See I see rap people and see what they headed for
CCA trap people what they call it trapping for
Modern day America
I had dreams of the money last night and it gave me new life and I had new life
Nightmares of no money that's right I ain't have no life I ain't have no life
I was a ghost on the corner pass by I ain't get no hi wouldn't look that's why
We're close but we act so far I don't even know why we're human beings that's all
I just heard the cash call
Gotta call you back baby click bygone
When they play my song you might need some Tylenol
Living through my life so distorted so long

Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
All of them nights along could not give a f*ck a hater
Balling like post Malone call me showtime imma laker yeah
Chasing them bands running them bands down on a mission for paper
Straight out the ghetto I dreamt in the ghetto of taking my mom to Jamaica
All of them nights along could not give a f*ck a hater
Balling like post Malone call me showtime imma laker yeah

I'm the man I'm the man with the plan not a xan I'm the man with plan oh man
For this life cannot plan move to fat out of hand going ham they be like oh damn
You my wife no mam understand I'm the man with the plan no mam no mam
Eskimos with the flows cold damn
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Writer: Isaiah Gregg
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