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money talk - slim (uk) lyrics

[intro]
work in the pyrex
sh*t
i went jail, had to ride it
i’m really on the curb
flying birds

[verse]
i’m really on the curb
i got work
i stretch grub, i stretch grub and then i let it fly like birds
i dust off a little 10 quid
my red bottoms are expensive
i spent half my life just flipping these packs
i lose 9 o’s then i’m bringing it back
i do a 1ner in the fast lane, i turn soft zeds into hard cain
i love life
cause of hard days
n*ggas talk good but that sh*ts fake
i get phone lines pumping
3*for*2 no 1*on*1’s
like i can’t tell who’s really hungry
cause i’m out here, i can’t see no one like
i been in kitchen, just whipping
i got a dish in the sink, just dropped 4 o’s
gotta whip into 6
you talk a lot and it sounds like sh*t
i love money and bricks
look at the fl!ck of my wrist
i love country and fiends
3 bands stuffed in my jeans
the hustle runs in my blood
i came a long way from the mud
n*ggas sitting down, smoking weed and talking sh*t about funds
i ain’t trying, it comes natural
i grabbed half a brick and i bagged it all
i used to tear the strip on a pedal bike
and burst shots up in capital
like who’s real and who’s not
i used to grind for a minimal proff
i take lessons not a loss
n*ggas chatty chatty i’m not
cah i’m trappy
like give me a square and i’ll smash it
i got a raw of zed on my feet
i got magic all on my jeans
i get busy, i got work
i whip, bag it and serve
all the bullsh*t i ain’t into it
n*ggas should’ve been wearing skirts
like n*gga i been tearing work
i used to hit cunch for weeks
i made 2 bags in my sleep
i counted 20 stacks this week
i got n*ggas all on my back
like bro you gotta do rap
i got kitties all on my phone
like geezer we need that crack
like tonight i’m heading up o
and i dunno when i’m coming back
you sound good in your vids
but you ain’t got a spine in your back
no back bone n*ggas went jail cah they jack phones
my little n*ggas in a cats home
i made made stacks off a crack phone
n*ggas b*tches cause they chatty
i got 16 dark in a alley
cause i lost love for these n*ggas
cah now i’m winning these n*ggas ain’t happy
i coulda shed a million tears
but i put my pain on the gram
and i ain’t seen some n*ggas in years
but i give more f*cks for my line
cah that fake sh*t, i don’t rate it
see this square here i’m gone break it
i don’t watch money i go chase it
and i fly up birds till i make it

- slim uk lyrics

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