Текст (слова) песни: C-Murder f Fiend, Silkk the Shocker - Bossalinie

(Silkk Tha Shocker)
Money talk and uhh cash rules
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo

(Silkk Tha Shocker)
Verse: 1

I use to flip birds, now I just flip words
When cops come to get me,
it`s because some shit that they heard
Like I`m out to get dough
Like I`m out to get mo
Hacking like 6 to the 4
Like 6 double 0, like
Four, or either two doors
Money no like C to the E O
Oh I forgot like ju don`t know
Like I`m out to get cream
Like fiend I just don`t fuck around
Just bust around
Till niggas get the fuck out of town
I wanted the house, so I got the house
I wanted the car, so I got me the car
Don`t start, cause no heart is what got me this far
I the type of nigga that don`t give a fuck
Just walked up and laughed at the cop
Type of nigga to go up in traffic
and start blastin the glock
Rap`s still down, C huh, pass me the rocks
I don`t be playing it serious
I`m actually looked after he shot
It`s no love, for y`all 16 bullets
Four slugs peace, ain`t no bigger thugs than me and C
So you got the mightious touch,
for all the records you sold
Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, just went gold
I`m like a drug dealer,
I hold nothing less than a quarter
This is my last. last year I was just testing the water
Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo that`s my hood
Any fool gotta make this much
I just that good

Money talk and uhh cash rules
I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now
Get money, make money, get money,
get money, make money, get money, make money

(C-Murder)
Verse: 2

Money, money make the world spin like tops
and two glocks for the motherfuckers we suing my rocks
It`s like the movies,
niggas using uzi`s wishing for peace
But instead they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull it
You reconsidered, cause I`m bitter,
dumping weapons like litter
After I blast you motherfuckers,
and the niggas that with ya (fool)
A come up is a come up
Haters please don`t run up
Or get done up at sun up, cause I never put my gun up (nigga)
Cash rules, it`s like possessing my mind
I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for mind
A bitch gotta floss, and I gotta be the boss
Fake niggas getting tossed, cause money talks

(Fiend)
Verse: 3

Well I`m that whompter, Fiendy, want fetachini
cabbage to the collard greeny
Shocker clean, he se me rockin up my dream as genies
Wanna cream me, so I had to join his tightest teamy
Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd Ward Bossalinie
No such terms as let me when we all got plenty
Walking em skinny, cause I never over-looked a penny
Money talks, my whomps, whomps
The ATM, don`t play with him,
his money make the dikes wanna lay with him
Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages
Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiter
C uhh, Murder and Silkk, they pay us for our trouble
He maded that platinum go double
That`s why money talks

???
Chorus

Aiyyo, money talks like most bitches
Sometimes I don`t no what to do with these riches
This paper, is just like my misses
All day, fulfilling my wishes
Did ya heard me

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: C-Murder f Fiend, Silkk the Shocker - Bossalinie (Silkk Tha Shocker) Money talk and uhh cash rules I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now What huh, what huh, what huh, what, yo, yo, yo, yo (Silkk Tha Shocker) Verse: 1 I use to flip birds, now I just flip words When cops come to get me, it`s because some shit that they heard Like I`m out to get dough Like I`m out to get mo Hacking like 6 to the 4 Like 6 double 0, like Four, or either two doors Money no like C to the E O Oh I forgot like ju don`t know Like I`m out to get cream Like fiend I just don`t fuck around Just bust around Till niggas get the fuck out of town I wanted the house, so I got the house I wanted the car, so I got me the car Don`t start, cause no heart is what got me this far I the type of nigga that don`t give a fuck Just walked up and laughed at the cop Type of nigga to go up in traffic and start blastin the glock Rap`s still down, C huh, pass me the rocks I don`t be playing it serious I`m actually looked after he shot It`s no love, for y`all 16 bullets Four slugs peace, ain`t no bigger thugs than me and C So you got the mightious touch, for all the records you sold Like nope, mad fuck em got touch nigga, just went gold I`m like a drug dealer, I hold nothing less than a quarter This is my last. last year I was just testing the water Five to the 0 4 nigga, yo that`s my hood Any fool gotta make this much I just that good Money talk and uhh cash rules I bout to get dollars so us act a fool, now Get money, make money, get money, get money, make money, get money, make money (C-Murder) Verse: 2 Money, money make the world spin like tops and two glocks for the motherfuckers we suing my rocks It`s like the movies, niggas using uzi`s wishing for peace But instead they ducking bullets and the niggas that pull it You reconsidered, cause I`m bitter, dumping weapons like litter After I blast you motherfuckers, and the niggas that with ya (fool) A come up is a come up Haters please don`t run up Or get done up at sun up, cause I never put my gun up (nigga) Cash rules, it`s like possessing my mind I do a crime and did the time, still hustling for mind A bitch gotta floss, and I gotta be the boss Fake niggas getting tossed, cause money talks (Fiend) Verse: 3 Well I`m that whompter, Fiendy, want fetachini cabbage to the collard greeny Shocker clean, he se me rockin up my dream as genies Wanna cream me, so I had to join his tightest teamy Seventeen, survivor meet the 3rd Ward Bossalinie No such terms as let me when we all got plenty Walking em skinny, cause I never over-looked a penny Money talks, my whomps, whomps The ATM, don`t play with him, his money make the dikes wanna lay with him Lyrical liquid paper spitting stones for cluckers wages Finally, on Decatur, serving jumbos just like a waiter C uhh, Murder and Silkk, they pay us for our trouble He maded that platinum go double That`s why money talks ??? Chorus Aiyyo, money talks like most bitches Sometimes I don`t no what to do with these riches This paper, is just like my misses All day, fulfilling my wishes Did ya heard me Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Bossalinie: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/23204.html Все тексты песен: C-Murder f Fiend, Silkk the Shocker » C-Murder f Fiend, Silkk the Shocker - Bossalinie » C-Murder f Fiend, Silkk the Shocker - Bossalinie » C-Murder f Fiend, Silkk the Shocker - Money Talks » C-Murder f Fiend, Silkk the Shocker - Money Talks Рекомендуем скачать: » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Давайте будем жрать » Григорий Дикштейн - Жертвоприношение » Геннадий Васильев - Колыбельная в пятницу » Григорий Данской - Карманная песенка » Григорий Слободянюк - Сцены из жизни времен Б.Пастернака » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Я бесполезен! » Геннадий Перевалов - Но лучше никогда уже не станет » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Перемена погоды » Гайк Мкртчян - Видно, болен я собою... » Григорий Дикштейн - Посвящается памяти Е. Клячкина » Геннадий Чугуев - Письма из столицы (Подражание И.Бродскому) » Георгий Васильев - Утро » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Грязный бинт и окно за окном » Геннадий Жаров - Омут » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Пластилин » Гиви Чрелашвили - Почерк Музыкантова (1) » Георгий Васильев - Шел, вздыхал да охал... » Голицына Катерина - От звоночка, до звоночка... » Георгий Васильев - Моя семья » Григорий Дикштейн - Грузинская апрельская песня
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