No Talking - Money Man

Ooh, them labels been callin', I don’t do no talkin'

The car is a foreign, I don’t do no walkin'

I fucked her for hours, endurance, been joggin'

Ooh, I can eyeball the P, I do not need to clock it

The jeweler gon' bust down my chain and my watches

She scream when I hit her, she soundin' obnoxious (Yung Lan on the track)

Ooh, I love when she throw that shit back on me

You smell me, you know that that pack on me

Let’s go, you know that them racks on me

These niggas sweet like a cavity

Sticked up, you know we ain’t havin' it, ooh

I got top shelf in the cabinet, ooh

Come on, you know that them blues on me

Ran that shit up by my lonely

Most of these niggas untrustworthy

I go grizzly just like a Morant jersey

Had to cut that lil' ho off, yeah, cold turkey

Got the water hose on me, I start squirtin'

We don’t separate, might catch the wrong person

I don’t ride no waves, I am my own person

I don’t take no days off, I just keep workin'

Had to jump in the water, I keep surfing

At the Louis store shoppin', I spent ten

Then I walked out the mall to a new Benz

She just came to the crib and brought two friends

Used to have a traphouse on a dead end

Say my name in a song, they some dead men

Got them racks to the ceiling like 6'10″

Pull up inside a foreign, bae, get in

I’m burnin' exotic while whippin' (Yeah, come on)

Droppin' weight on the bench like I’m liftin', yeah

Red bottoms on me, no Christian (Come on)

I just want you and your best friend

Bae, I won’t be like the X-Men

Rather go now like your ex-man

Ooh, them labels been callin', I don’t do no talkin'

The car is a foreign, I don’t do no walkin'

I fucked her for hours, endurance, been joggin'

Ooh, I can eyeball the P, I do not need to clock it

The jeweler gon' bust down my chain and my watches

She scream when I hit her, she soundin' obnoxious

Ooh, I love when she throw that shit back on me

You smell me, you know that that pack on me

Let’s go, you know that them racks on me

These niggas sweet like a cavity

Sticked up, you know we ain’t havin' it, ooh

I got top shelf in the cabinet, ooh

Come on, you know that them blues on me

Ran that shit up by my lonely