Money Talk Ralo & DJ Kutt Throat (Ft. Money Man)

[Intro: Ralo]
Woo, Famgoon
You know I got BC in this motherfucker with me nigga

[Verse 1: Money Man]
You ain't gon' shoot shit
Then what the fuck you ridin' in the trunk for?
Niggas like you, I'm dolo
Spent the back end at the gun store
I don't cop or savin' 12 nigga
I'm just playin' with the bales nigga
I'm just playin' with the scales nigga
Lil mama want a nigga dive in it
I crack the seal and pour a line it
She mad I can't spend time with her
He a fuck nigga, I can't vibe with him
Had a couple partners switch sides on me
Start shakin' that ass, she gon' ride on me
Who I spin the block and go slide homie
Shawty bad, she the fuckin' keeper
I got stripes like a fuckin' zebra
Sold twenty P's on Glenwood
In the parking lot of the Libra

[Verse 2: Ralo]
Yeah, I am so hot I might catch a fever
Me and my niggas don't fuck with people
Ridin' 'round in that Regal
Sellin' dope like it's legal
Even deaf niggas hear me out
I got niggas I'll kill about
I might just play like I'm broke
Just to see how many niggas I really got
They cannot make me believe
That none of these niggas out here is not make believe
How could you say you love me?
And all of this time you been hatin' me
How could you tell me
You can't believe that I am the nigga I am today?
I did everything the family's sake
All them other niggas ran away
Tell 'em slow down, tell 'em slow down
Think I'm movin' too fast
Ride the coupe with no gas
Just to see who gon' last
I ain't book smart, I just look smart
But I cook smart, with a good fork
This what the shit took boy
These niggas soft, they just look hard