Money Talk (Óta Ighò) - King Enakpodia

Yeah I'm up on the scene, got a blade and a beam What you mother fuckers know 'bout me? All these god damn bands got a stash of the green Yeah I really get it on three Make it flip, make it mother fucking work This'll hurt if you really want dirt Got it first on a beat I'ma murk I'ma burst right back, I'ma lurk First of the month, get paid Hop back to the range Bitch you better know I ain't playing If you hate what I'm on you a lame Get the fuck out my way I don't got time, no time for a fake I'ma pop, I'ma rise like a cake Never stop, no way I'ma break I'ma get mine, you should get yours I'ma get mine, you should get yours Let the money talk, let the bread work Let the money talk, let the bread work Bada bing bada boom Yeah I got 5, 6 bitches in the room Ain't it 'bout a bitch that you really wanna cool? If you ain't got a kid you can slide for the move Surprise, who knew? I ride with a tool Your bitch wanna fuck, I advise you move I been really 'bout a buck, I don't play by the rules And I'm finna live it up, out my way you a fool Big big bread, selling two for forty Big big bed where your hoe gone blow me Bitch don't trip I am not your homie You don't know me, smoking OG I'ma get mine, you should get yours I'ma get mine, you should get yours Let the money talk, let the bread work Let the money talk, let the bread work Let the money talk, let the bread work Let the money talk, let the bread work