Money Talks St. Lunatics (Ft. Birdman)

[Verse 1: Ali]
Fresh baldy in a Lamborghini
Two chains, one Derrty, one, you see me
I see you lookin', the sky, the roof
The doors open up, not out, I'm riding the truth
This that real shit, how you riding so clean?
I'm three hundred mil' off them apple, apple-bottom jeans
If you saw 'em, I'ma clap, all chrome, show 'em left
Today the Lambo, my swagger mean
Some are the jet and I don't mean the magazine
I'm talking G5, Levi's, amazing J's
Model babes and some bottles of that ace of spade
We won't by the bar, we by the building, I'm trying to get laid
But it's money over bitches so I'm trying to get paid
In the free with that, get hit with the K
Real 'round here, believe when I say

[Chorus: Birdman]
Money talk, bullshit walk
And you don't know me if your ass getting caught (Believe that)
Money talk, bullshit walk
But I don't know what you pussy niggas thought
But, um, you talking money (Money)
Talk, what you talking about?
We throw a party at the bank and break a mil' out
One million, two million, three million, four
Five million, six million, seven million, more