Money Walks Pt. 2 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