文本歌词

Money Talks - Sticky Fingaz
Written by：Kirk Jones/Dana Stinson/Cory Woods
Twas the night before twist mas
And all through the house
We had guns and money around
Laying on the couch
We was dressed with black jewelry this time
Mmm common
Everybody want me I created thieves
Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe
I been through hard times when it wasn't enough for me
Stick a weak kid'll have you living in luxury
I'm the reason niggards selling drugs to fiends
I'm the reason Mr Simpson got off clean
I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids
And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds
I've been through customs borders
I've been handled by authorities
Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me
I've been saved I've been buried alive
Say my name enough and any niggle testify
Who you think lead that whole seller a** that time
All by myself I created black on black crime
I'm America's most I'm tadded up with ghost
Even my hand got big from net to gross
I'm emotionless yet I breathe jealousy and envy
People kill for me or die to defend me
But in the end am I really worth the sun
Rich people make me work for them
And poor people work for me
Who am I niggle I'm money
Who am I niggle I'm money
See the gun wound went down for you
Who ran up in the house duke
Caught one from he and for who
When niggards was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib like a b**ch
Looking ill and it's lurking me
I got stabbed for you
Yo shot up the a** for you
Should stop blowing the cabs for you
Chill some niggards called crabs for you
Holding them garbage bags for you
I'll blowing them hags for you
I resort to evil I don't grow on trees
I'm called by different names chips scrilla cream
And I'm always green whether dirty or clean
Getting ya hands on me is the American dream
I'm more powerful than god or razzle
Cause when you pray to god niggle you pray for me
I'm an exchange hand to hand with heavy weapon try
This one couple f**ked on me and slept on me
Up in the dice games niggards stepped on me
Bet on me couldn't pay bled on me
I enslaved populations and controlled masses
I come in all forms coins paper plastic
Even credit I owe you
You work for me niggle I own you
If you are smart you make me work for you
All ya life you try and get me and it's hurting you
See the gun wound went down for you
Who ran up in the house duke
Caught one from he and for who
When niggards was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib like a b**ch
Looking ill and it's lurking me
I got stabbed for you
Yo shot up the a** for you
Should stop blowing the cabs for you
Chill some niggards called crabs for you
Holding them garbage bags for you
I'll blowing them hags for you
If you had a million of me what would you do with me yo
Would you blow me in a month and have nothing to show
Or would you invest in me and watch me grow
Take me to the streets and flip me from do to stop to do
I under seen things I wish I hadn't seen
I came between loved ones and families
A niggle kill his old man to get his hands on me
Got secret enscriptions examine me
Wanna find me the bank machine is where I be
And showed em to a hundred grand f d i c
I'm more notorious than the b i g
I'm so money who don't wanna be like me
See the gun wound went down for you
Who ran up in the house duke
Caught one from he and for who
When niggards was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib like a b**ch
Looking ill and it's lurking me
I got stabbed for you
Yo shot up the a** for you
Should stop blowing the cabs for you
Chill some niggards called crabs for you
Holding them garbage bags for you
I'll blowing them hags for you
See the gun wound went down for you
Who ran up in the house duke
Caught one from he and for who
When niggards was ready to murder me
You stayed up in the crib like a b**ch
Looking ill and it's lurking me
I got stabbed for you
Yo shot up the a** for you
Should stop blowing the cabs for you
Chill some niggards called crabs for you
Holding them garbage bags for you
I'll blowing them hags for you