Cash Talk lyrics

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[Chorus]
I let the cash do the talking
I let the cash do the talking
We 'bout that action, no talking
For a lil bitty cash they'll chalk you
n*gga we eating, we all flossing
I got the bag, got the coffin
I let the cash do the talking
I let the cash do the talking
I might personally whack you, you cross me
b*tch I'm groovy, got power like Austin
If she f*ck me she lucky like Boston
Run that money up 'til I'm exhausted
n*ggas di*k riding and pillow talking
For my trappers and n*ggas and bosses
Let the cash do the motherf*cking talking
I let the cash do the talking

[Verse 1]
Seeing is to believing
FN on me for the reaching
Take a knee, f*ck the policemen
Take a knee, f*ck the policemen
Girl you f*cked up, think I need you
I'm having poly, no 'Nesia
Tryna provide for my people
If you get greedy can't feed you
They treat me regal, they know I'm loyal
We at the table eating like we royal
You one the fake, can't do nothin' for you
I got the house looking like a hoarder
With all these Ben Franks out of order
When I was broke I couldn't keep it cordial
We put them plays together, made an order
I'm still grinding like I'm in the struggle
n*ggas is off still like a muffler
I don't f*ck with pigs, you would think I'm Muslim
Just like the cleaners, press you and we fold you
I'm having hoes, had to make it plural
I'm having pieces, I ain't talking puzzle
Yeah they talking, cash they might need a muzzle

[Chorus]
I let the cash do the talking
I let the cash do the talking
We 'bout that action, no talking
For a lil bitty cash they'll chalk you
n*gga we eating, we all flossing
I got the bag, got the coffin
I let the cash do the talking
I let the cash do the talking
I might personally whack you, you cross me
b*tch I'm groovy, got power like Austin
If she f*ck me she lucky like Boston
Run that money up 'til I'm exhausted
n*ggas di*k riding and pillow talking
For my trappers and n*ggas and bosses
Let the cash do the motherf*cking talking
I let the cash do the talking

[Verse 2]
I let that cash do the converse, baby I don't do no talking
I pull up in a convert, baby I don't do no walking
Been killing sh*t, I might need you the hearse
Lately been doing it often
Been countin' this cash 'til my thumbs hurt
Been pullin' strings like I'm flossin'
Lil n*gga we ain't equal
I gotta drag a b*tch before I keep her
I use my fingers way before I eat her
I put a condom on before I beat her
I used to Mayweather, I'm a [?]
Way before Mayweather had a visa
Now I can bread for on a skeezer
Make a b*tch stand in line, paralegal
I'm clutching if I cannot reach it
I'm seeing dead prez, I'm the reaper
I'm selling cocaine like it's legal
I'm going propane for my people
Pop me an addy, now I'm speaking ether
Every day fresh as hell like it's Easter
I get you touched, it ain't hard to reach you
Smell like a bag every time I greet you

[Chorus]
I let the cash do the talking
I let the cash do the talking
We 'bout that action, no talking
For a lil bitty cash they'll chalk you
n*gga we eating, we all flossing
I got the bag, got the coffin
I let the cash do the talking
I let the cash do the talking
I might personally whack you, you cross me
b*tch I'm groovy, got power like Austin
If she f*ck me she lucky like Boston
Run that money up 'til I'm exhausted
n*ggas di*k riding and pillow talking
For my trappers and n*ggas and bosses
Let the cash do the motherf*cking talking
I let the cash do the talking

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