Chris Tucker lyrics

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Jeezy


[Chorus: J. Cole]
Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'f*cker
Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'f*cker
Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'f*cker
Ayy, all you broke n*gga be quiet

[Verse 1: J Cole]
I can't control this urge to f*ck hoes and splurge
My sidepieces got real jobs, n*gga, I don't f*ck with no birds
My main chick she got real hair, never had to shop to get hers
Got a neat freak that don't eat meat, but goddamn she rocking them furs
Ball so hard ma'f*cker wanna fine me, and now the ho wanna climb me
If real recognize real, that's why it took a motherf*cker like Hov to sign me
Ball so hard, I'm the truth, n*gga, All-Star game, catching 'oops, n*gga
If you a b*tch and I'm a b*tch, I'm Sheryl Swoopes and you hoops, n*gga

[Chorus: J. Cole (2 Chainz)]
Ha, Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'f*cker (Yeah!)
Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'f*cker (Yeah!)
Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'f*cker
Ayy, all you broke n*gga be quiet

[Verse 2: J Cole]
Cole world, safe to say I'm cold-blooded
In this cold life the more cold you are, seem like the more the hoes love you
So I book a flight, she land today, she leave tonight with no luggage
Got the camera on in my bedroom, shoot the video with no budget, go
Only n*gga up in first class, old lady tryna be friendly, ayy
She think I'm in the NBA, why a n*gga can't have his MBA?
Next time I'ma flip the script, you know, kick some sh*t that's gon' shock her
"You're so tall, what team do you play for?" No b*tch, I'm a doctor
Flow hella proper, Cole never flopped, nah, float like a propeller, no helicopter sh*t
Knots thick like a bowlegged chick, stick di*k to a gold digger, won't give her dollar, ha
f*ck your 9, I'm a whole different caliber, n*gga say they pop 'cause they don't fill they collars up
Read a book get your knowledge up, book a flight get ya mileage up, b*tch n*gga
[Chorus: J. Cole (2 Chainz)]
Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'f*cker (Yeah!)
Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'f*cker (Yeah!)
Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'f*cker (2 Chainz)
Ayy, all you broke n*gga be quiet

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
I'ma start off with these four bars, I'm in a barbie at a sports bar
I'm rockin' gold bars, whoop your ass with this crowbar, I'm like "Oh Boy
Catch your girl off that rebound" (Rebound,) fix her hair up, get her a re-do (Re-do)
Just my car out the paint shop, so I guess that's a mothaf*ckin' re-coupe (Tell 'em)
Let me demonstrate, gotta think about it 'fore I go on a dinner date
Might eat a rich b*tch (Might eat a rich b*tch,) yes, I got me expensive taste (Yeah)
Got my pockets on full (Full,) stomach on full (Full,) gun on full, I got full coverage (True)
n*ggas don't know the full story, I'm smokin' on gas, full service (Damn)
Money talk, true story, if you ain't got none then don't say sh*t (Uh)
Banana clips goin' apesh*t, you don't make money, don't make sense
I got gold on my bracelet (Bracelet,) got your girlfriend chasin' it (Chasin' it)
Bust a nut in her mouth, so now she can baby sit, uh

[Chorus: J. Cole (2 Chainz)]
Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'f*cker (Yeah!)
Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'f*cker (Yeah!)
Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'f*cker
Ayy, all you broke n*gga be quiet
[Post-Chorus: J Cole]
This liquor I been sippin' got me kissing all these models
And I might not see tomorrow, I might not see tomorrow
Please don't tell my mama I spent my tuition on these bottles
Just to pay back all these loans, man, we gon' have to hit the lotto
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