Fredo – Money Talks Lyrics (feat. Dave)

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Let’s keep it real
If money talks, then why them man there speakin’ still?
"I heard you and her doing a ting?" Nah, babe
We’re just speaking, still
Chill
My girl like five foot three when she’s in heels
I mean, I’ve just seen feds on the M way
Let’s keep it facts
If money talks, then why them man there speakin’ back?
"I heard you and her doing a ting?" Nah, G
It ain’t even that
Cap
My young boy love riding out
He don’t even trap

Yo
She wanna’ leave with the kid
Like my cases, I’m beatin’ it quick
Yo, why you still speakin’, you’re shit
Money talks, you don’t need any lips
I got rubbers that’s runnin’ with me
When you see us, best tuck in the piece
I don’t shit in the trap, no touchin’ them seats
If I’m in there, I’m flushin’ the keys
Free Blacks they handed him time
Like my Audi, he’ll handle it fine
Disrespect me, I’ll bang on the nine
We come next day like Amazon Prime
If we go, we’re takin’ a Glock
She likes my clothes, she’s takin’ them off
My tape took long, if you waited, I’m soz’
But first we had to drop tape on their block
Yo, you know what’s funny to me?
Three hundred racks ain’t no money to me
You’re broke that’s why she had [?] to be
Bro, you better just run it to me
Now them show’s are a hundred a fee
I cooked … done him for free
My plug for a present, it’s coming for cheap
Them boxes I got ain’t for under no tree
Cocaine or weed on the scale
No gossip, we leave it to girls
Trap boys, so easy to tell
Got more soda than Kenan & Kel
No I don’t dance, I money walk
Whipping up with the money fork
Them man been chattin’ for days
But me? I let my money talk

Let’s keep it real
If money talks, then why them man there speakin’ still?
"I heard you and her doing a ting?" Nah, babe

We’re just speaking, still
Chill
My girl like five foot three when she’s in heels
I mean, I’ve just seen feds on the M way
Let’s keep it facts
If money talks, then why them man there speakin’ back?
"I heard you and her doing a ting?" Nah, G
It ain’t even that
Cap
My young boy love riding out
He don’t even trap
I see them man steal the style

f*ck them man
I don’t respect my paigons
Coochie freshly shaven
Man’s got expectations
Old ting try flex on man last week with a dead bae’cation
Baby, I go Heathrow more than your man goes petrol station
Two white, Ronnie and Roxy
Year 9, donnie did rob me
Big flick … that’s gotta’ be on me
Before Black Ops, we had zombies
Spooky bando
This T eerie, no Henry
Jean, Amiri, comes costly
Gotta’ have teeth when a mans this flossy

Let’s keep it real
If money talks, then why them man there speakin’ still?
"I heard you and her doing a ting?" Nah, babe
We’re just speaking, still
Chill
My girl like five foot three when she’s in heels
I mean, I’ve just seen feds on the M way

f*ck that, I’m speeding still
I got a brownin’ saying I’m toxic
So what? I’m beatin’ still
We’ve come a long way from day’s in the back of the bus with the cheapest deals
Still half that price, dark and light
That’s Denise and Phil

Let’s keep it facts
If money talks, then why them man there speakin’ back?
"I heard you and her doing a ting?" Nah, G
It ain’t even that
Cap
My young boy love riding out
He don’t even trap

I see them man steal the style
I’m gonna’ need it back
Trap boy wanna’ sign with Sony
Left there, kept dealin’ packs
They know we’re speakin’ facts
Don’t even speak, if you ain’t speakin’ wraps
Dark and light, feet the cats
That’s Denise and Max

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