
Money Walks Pt. 2 Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
He no threat turn him to a pack
If i ever catch him lackin imma have him running fast
He a bitch and a rat but he dissin on my name
With my gun imma pack him imma let that 40 bang
Need no gun i can pack you with my fist
If you run and then you trip imma turn you to a spliff
Imma demon i don't care imma kill you in a fit
He got 2 racks up on o's head tell that kid come get your shit
In the v know my demons got that ratchet
Slide yo block you not out fuck drilla he a faggot
When i catch him imma spray leave him in the casket
Up the dot to his top imma get to clappin
He a bitch he be dissin on the net
Pull up to your block with my chop uppin on da tec
He a goof why he dissin on my set
Imma catch him lacking with my mac hit him in his neck
Money walks, money talks
Uppin on this glock
Blitz them bullets to his top
He a cop, he gon talk
Ratting on my guys we gon make his body drop
Catch him hit em with them semi automatics
Drop my U you get popped don't get yo ass caught lackin
Call the guys slide yo block we get ready to blast em
Empty up the clip don't you think that we ain't pack em
If im sliding with the wellz u better run
Screaming free utg we ain't do that shi for fun
Once they free up all the guys all the opps are gone be done
When i catch that lil yute drilla imma smack em wit the gun