[Chorus: June Summers]
I been young, rich and famous
Seems like the whole world know what my name is
Conversations need translations
You gotta talk money, just speak my language
You gotta talk money, just speak my language
(Talk about that)
You gotta talk money, just speak my language
(We can talk about that)
You gotta talk money, just speak my language
(Getting money real fast)
You gotta talk money, just speak my language
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Doin' it with no punch, you feel me...
Look, lifestyles of the young, rich and famous
Money over everything, underneath the interest
I stay strapped cause they never stop hatin'
And I never stop grindin' cause they always want a payment
I pink slipped every whip I ever came in
And always wear a rubber 'cause these bitches is contagious
So talk money, 'cause money that's my language
If it ain't that, then, nigga, don't say shit
Holla at me, I'm prolly a boost some deuce deuces
Chrome feet, leather seats, and the coupe's roofless
A pick of broke niggas, man, your crew's useless
You niggas havin' dollars like we born Jewish
Before rap I made a fortune off the pharmaceutics
And all it took was a Section 8 apartment unit
A mastermind, a little grind, and the heart to do it
Nigga breakin' bricks like a martial arts student
Now picture me, blue Pradas on a black pavement
Wife beater, blue Dickies off my ass hangin'
Trunk bangin', gold chains swangin'
And All Money In is the song that I'm sangin', nigga
I been young, rich and famous
Seems like the whole world know what my name is
Conversations need translations
You gotta talk money, just speak my language
You gotta talk money, just speak my language
(Talk about that)
You gotta talk money, just speak my language
(We can talk about that)
You gotta talk money, just speak my language
(Getting money real fast)
You gotta talk money, just speak my language
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Doin' it with no punch, you feel me...
Look, lifestyles of the young, rich and famous
Money over everything, underneath the interest
I stay strapped cause they never stop hatin'
And I never stop grindin' cause they always want a payment
I pink slipped every whip I ever came in
And always wear a rubber 'cause these bitches is contagious
So talk money, 'cause money that's my language
If it ain't that, then, nigga, don't say shit
Holla at me, I'm prolly a boost some deuce deuces
Chrome feet, leather seats, and the coupe's roofless
A pick of broke niggas, man, your crew's useless
You niggas havin' dollars like we born Jewish
Before rap I made a fortune off the pharmaceutics
And all it took was a Section 8 apartment unit
A mastermind, a little grind, and the heart to do it
Nigga breakin' bricks like a martial arts student
Now picture me, blue Pradas on a black pavement
Wife beater, blue Dickies off my ass hangin'
Trunk bangin', gold chains swangin'
And All Money In is the song that I'm sangin', nigga
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