Money Talking Gunna (Ft. Nechie)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Hear that money talkin', I'm in designer walkin'
I put that money all in, stack the money by the ten
Forty thousand for the lens, from a bucket to a Benz
Nigga know I came to win, I hear that money talkin'
Hear that money callin', I'm in the mall, I'm ballin'
I gotta keep the carbon, I ain't tryna bargain
I cop the drop-top six, I'm in the top cockpit

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Spit this shit up out the door, niggas know I keep the tone
I can do it all alone, had to do it for my home
Niggas 'till I'm movin' on, got some money on the phone
Got them shows on my own, fifty-seven for the shows
Puttin' rappers on they toes 'cause they know I ain't tote
I can never break the code, I will never ever fold
This some shit I woulda hoped
And then pulled up in a Rolls
Everybody used to kick doors
'Till I pulled up on copy road, and seen a spot full of yams
I sold my first car and got a half a bag and started breakin' down grams
Now I'm textin' Uncle Sam, but the fucker started scammin'
Now I'm hoppin' on the 'Gram, me and Nechie in a Lamb'
Had to show 'em who I am, had to show 'em who I was
Had to show 'em what I want, rockstar with a bunch
Niggas do it for the front, 'cept you should do it for the ones
Tryna hit like Barry Bonds, make a million every month