Money Talk by SG Tip Lyrics

Quote from the song “Money Talk” by SG Tip

Money conversations, money talk
I'm a schizophrenic, I hear dead people talk
Nigga you ain't rich until your whole crew bosses
Got a hundred K stashed away in the coffin
These are Gucci shoes, ain't no red bottoms
Fucked her mouth dry, now the bitch havin' head problems
Nightmares in my sleep, yeah I think the feds watchin'
If it's beef it's no sleep, I hear the chopper callin'

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Money Talk”

• Produced: Pi’erre Bourne
• Written: SG Tip
• Release Date: October 13, 2017

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Money Talk” Released in 2017

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[Chorus]

Money conversations, money talk
I'm a schizophrenic, I hear dead people talk
Nigga you ain't rich until your whole crew bosses
Got a hundred K stashed away in the coffin
These are Gucci shoes, ain't no red bottoms
Fucked her mouth dry, now the bitch havin' head problems
Nightmares in my sleep, yeah I think the feds watchin'
If it's beef it's no sleep, I hear the chopper callin'

[Verse 1]

Mister grim reaper in the cut, I'ma stick you up
Fifty K on the backend, I'm goin' to pick it up
Spent your bitch tuition on a stripper with a fake butt
I'm not your average rapper, bitch I still keep the forty tucked
Eighty K on a Hellcat, you can smell the dust
Bitch bad but she beat her feet and she ride the bus
Zig zag, these niggas start runnin' when this Glock bust
Worldwide cash, pussy nigga you a local fuck

[Chorus]

Money conversations, money talk
I'm a schizophrenic, I hear dead people talk
Nigga you ain't rich until your whole crew bosses
Got a hundred K stashed away in the coffin
These are Gucci shoes, ain't no red bottoms
Fucked her mouth dry, now the bitch havin' head problems
Nightmares in my sleep, yeah I think the feds watchin'
If it's beef it's no sleep, I hear the chopper callin'

[Verse 2]

Late night, I'm countin' up a hundred K
I'm getting too much money, I need a bigger safe
I'm trappin' hard on the block, you niggas in the way
Ain't no nick or no hard, bitch get out my face
I ain't serving up eight grams or better, bitch I keep the heavy metal
Loyal clientele, every J know my fuckin' schedule
He say he wanna rob me, ha, nigga you know better
I keep a Glock on me, nah, this ain't show and tell 'em

[Chorus]

Money conversations, money talk
I'm a schizophrenic, I hear dead people talk
Nigga you ain't rich until your whole crew bosses
Got a hundred K stashed away in the coffin
These are Gucci shoes, ain't no red bottoms
Fucked her mouth dry, now the bitch havin' head problems
Nightmares in my sleep, yeah I think the feds watchin'
If it's beef it's no sleep, I hear the chopper callin'