Let Tha $ Talk Lyrics

If that shit can't get me rich then it ain't worth the risk

In other words if it don't make a check then it just don't make sense (cents)

And if my vices make me feel alive

Is that good money spent

You know I'd rather let my fucking money talk before I sit and vent

Since a youngan I been tryna ball and shit windmill and honey dip

I been stacking up my check like Pringle chips let's see how tall it get

Bitch I'm late night riding and I'm sliding in a foreign whip

And I got a nine with a laser red dot like it's recording shit

And I'm finna go back in

On God

This shit don't stop

It's like 5 O'clock in the morning

Nigga how bad do you want it

It's hard to get a read on me they don't know what I'm on

They must like what they see in me they copy shit like clones

I be rocking yellow gold and I be toting chrome

Riding dolo with a stick like I'm Casey Jones

I ain't even right this down this shit off the dome

First I live it then I spill it on these fucking songs

Rocking Tommy Hill Off White but I got it on

Why would I do a feature when I work alone