NO TALKIN' Lyrics

If you don't got money, don't talk

If you ain't got hos, don't talk

If you ain't got haters, don't talk

If you ain't poppin', don't talk

If you ain't gang, don't talk

Diamonds in the vault

Shorty wanna see what they look like

She gonna pay the cost

Shorty gone start form the bottom and make her way to the top

Shorty get nasty and nasty, baby gone take that shit off

Baby wanna fuck with a real one, baby wanna fuck with a boss

Baby wanna fuck with a real one, baby wanna fuck with a boss

Aye, racks in the seams, they bussing

If you fuck with me, then you fuckin

Other than top and other than sex the only thing you can offer me is nothing

Alright, maybe love and affection

Prolly a cure to depression

Maybe some advice when my baby mom got me stressin

The racks gone come, be patience

The diamonds gone glow, be patient

I bought the two toned Rollie to remind me these niggas who be two facing

These numbers got me complacent

Like some cold sweats she shaking

Never ducked action, tell them takers to come take it

Real nigga don't care about you feel

Won't be satisfied til I get a mil

You gone blrdd blrdd if you squeal

So many chains in like I worked in the field

If you don't got money, don't talk

If you ain't got hos, don't talk

If you ain't got haters, don't talk

If you ain't poppin', don't talk

If you ain't gang, don't talk

Diamonds in the vault

Shorty wanna see what they look like

She gonna pay the cost

Shorty gone start form the bottom and make her way to the top

Shorty get nasty and nasty, baby gone take that shit off

Baby wanna fuck with a real one, baby wanna fuck with a boss

Baby wanna fuck with a real one, baby wanna fuck with a boss

It be the broke boys that's hating

I'm a star player you can't trade me

Bad bitch tryna rape me

I hate these niggas more than Satan

l fell in love with the fashion

I fell in love with the bitches

We were stuck in the trenches

This flow a million dollar ticket

That thot ho make me sick

Don't come round without a stick

I been tryna run the bands up like a nigga tryna get fit

I only love her because she thick

Her head game never miss

One thing these girls know is that's juice god this bitch

HA, yeah, whipping your girl Honda like a mother fuckin McLaren

Ya know, drifting through lanes and lanes shit

If you ain't getting money, getting no hos, you aint poppin', stay quite

If you don't got money, don't talk

If you ain't got hos, don't talk

If you ain't got haters, don't talk

If you ain't poppin, don't talk

If you ain't gang, don't talk

Diamonds in the vault

Shorty wanna see what they look like

She gonna pay the cost

Shorty gone start form the bottom and make her way to the top

Shorty get nasty and nasty, baby gone take that shit off

Baby wanna fuck with a real one, baby wanna fuck with a boss

Baby wanna fuck with a real one, baby wanna fuck with a boss