CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Money Walk
Bands make a n***a do the money walk
I ain't hearing nothing when the money talk
He acting all tough, n***as talk a lot
He won't say sh*t when the chopper knock
Money on my mind, gotta have it; addict
Dolce and Gabbana my fabric
Cold-blooded n***a, had the ice in my Patek
He think I ain't packing, got a weapon in the jacket
Pull up to his boulevard, catch him off-guard
Put his body in the motherf**king front yard
Got drip, mix Gucci with the Goyard
They say "How you blowing up?" 'Cause I go hard
f**k a hating-ass n***a, I'ma go far
I already got three mil' so far
Gotta top last year; had no car
Chopper crack a n***a open like a crowbar
Iced out, Frozone
No ops allowed, this a no-zone
I talk business in person n***a, no phones
He talking tough with no gun, n***a go home
AK-47 with extendo
We ain't talking money n***a, me no comprendo
Faded off lean and half of a benzo
Then I got top with the top off the Enzo
Ayy, ayy
High school had low grades, ayy
I was busy tryna get paid, ayy
Now I'm getting money off plays, ayy
I just want the money in the bands, ayy
Spin a n***a block like a maze, ayy
Seen a lot of dark, dark days, ayy
So I had to change my ways
Chopper on me, click back and spray
b*t*h why you talking?
Let's just be honest, you not really on it
Used to record on my phone in the closet
Now all of my features come with a deposit
n***as too salty, be saying they solid
I bet that he fold like the bands in my wallet
Focus on money, want nothing but cottage
I'm tryna get racks without going to college
I ain't hearing nothing when the money talk
He acting all tough, n***as talk a lot
He won't say sh*t when the chopper knock
Money on my mind, gotta have it; addict
Dolce and Gabbana my fabric
Cold-blooded n***a, had the ice in my Patek
He think I ain't packing, got a weapon in the jacket
Pull up to his boulevard, catch him off-guard
Put his body in the motherf**king front yard
Got drip, mix Gucci with the Goyard
They say "How you blowing up?" 'Cause I go hard
f**k a hating-ass n***a, I'ma go far
I already got three mil' so far
Gotta top last year; had no car
Chopper crack a n***a open like a crowbar
Iced out, Frozone
No ops allowed, this a no-zone
I talk business in person n***a, no phones
He talking tough with no gun, n***a go home
AK-47 with extendo
We ain't talking money n***a, me no comprendo
Faded off lean and half of a benzo
Then I got top with the top off the Enzo
Ayy, ayy
High school had low grades, ayy
I was busy tryna get paid, ayy
Now I'm getting money off plays, ayy
I just want the money in the bands, ayy
Spin a n***a block like a maze, ayy
Seen a lot of dark, dark days, ayy
So I had to change my ways
Chopper on me, click back and spray
b*t*h why you talking?
Let's just be honest, you not really on it
Used to record on my phone in the closet
Now all of my features come with a deposit
n***as too salty, be saying they solid
I bet that he fold like the bands in my wallet
Focus on money, want nothing but cottage
I'm tryna get racks without going to college
