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splat - marcus money lyrics

why you sayin’ all that
you’re talkin’ too much. money talks, don’t talk back
i’ve been grindin’ like a train on tracks
used to go for broke, we had to change all that
blood, sweat and tears for years, that’s big facts
the foundation yeah we laid all that
stay up in your lane, never change, fall back
got the top missin’, like the brains went splat

keep doin’ the most, we gon’ do the minimal
bleach white jays, k!llin’ em like chemicals
a cryin’ shame, all they do is hate
steady talkin’ sideways, and i’m sittin’ identical (identical)
what! what
yeah, i did it full
’fore i sold packs, had em wrapped individual
posted (posted up) like snapchats from millennials
watchin’ out for ridicule through my peripheral
the green rollin’, sticky like gorilla glue
real flow. frenchyy fresh. f-ckin’ with illest two
interview with the mob. who the h-ll are you
real paid gang, penthouse, k!ller view
way up. way up. way up
on the job if you’re h-lla broke, get your money up
on the grind if you’re sellin’ dimes, get ya mary up
everybody stuck in the cell, commissary up. yeah
independent women, get the bag, get it stuffed
say’s she comin’ over just to pop my cherry huh
so there we was, sippin’ cherry tuss
got her toes throwin’ gang signs, so hilarious
in the club, everybody’s drunk, it’s lit as f-ck
pour a cup, baby show some love, if you know what’s up
are you a board left out in the rain? why are you bowin’ up
’cause we’re poppin’ like a dart hit us, after blowin’ up (that’s a balloon)

why you sayin’ all that
you’re talkin’ too much. money talks, don’t talk back (shh)
i’ve been grindin’ like a train on tracks
used to go for broke, we had to change all that (cut it out)
blood, sweat and tears for years, that’s big facts (big facts)
the foundation yeah we laid all that
stay up in your lane, never change, fall back (yeah)
got the top missin’, like the brains went splat (ugh)

fascinated with the features, when you see me i’m so physical (fresh)
like coffee in the middle of the interview
so flossy, ’cause i love my broccoli
i ain’t on the menu, but these n-ggas want to toss me
ill-strated with my n-gga, we’re on sicko mode
whippin’ up the gold, runnin’ on our tippy toes
come catch me. i might let you p-ss me
ridin’ on the break, then a n-gga start mashin’
illest, he the realest, f-ckin’ with the freshest
in this order, they gon’ taste us and they mother f-ckin’ rep us
i’m a queen with the visual, from the d-mn south
all i need is paul wall to put them diamonds in my mouth
ready. set. go. make your money, throw it up
x-rated in my bottle, purple in my cup
it’s time, put your gl-sses in the air
’cause i’m runnin’ like a train, watch my haters derail

- marcus money lyrics

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