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    "Money Talks" Lyrics

    Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon

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    Sticky Fingaz f/ Raekwon The Chef

    [Sticky Fingaz]
    Twas the night before twistmas
    And all through the house
    We had guns and money around
    Layin' on the couch
    Was dressed in black to
    Mmmmmm, c'mon

    [Sticky Fingaz]
    Everybody want me, I created thieves
    Why I'm almost as important as the air you breathe
    I been through hard times, when it wasn't enough for me
    Stick wit me kid'll have you livin' in luxury
    I'm the reason niggas sellin' drugs to fiends
    I'm the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean
    I'm the reason some parents gotta bury they kids
    And I'm the reason why your cousin on the run from feds
    I've been through customs, borders
    I've been handled by authorities
    Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me
    I've been saved, I've been buried alive
    Say my name enough and any nigga testify
    Who you think made that whole seller ass that time
    All by myself, I created black on black crime
    I'm America's most, I'm tadded up with Ghost
    Even my head got big, from neck to gross
    I'm emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy
    People kill for me or die to defend me
    But in the end am I really worth it son?
    Rich people make me work for them
    And poor people work for me
    Who am I? Nigga I'm money
    Who am I? Nigga I'm money

    [Hook - Raekwon the Chef]
    See the gun wound, went down for you
    Who ran up in the house, du'
    Caught one from he and for who
    When niggas was ready to murder me
    You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch
    Lookin' ill, and it's lurkin' me (for who?)
    I got stabbed for you
    Yo, shot up the ass for you
    Should stop blowin' the cabs for you (for who?)
    Chill, some niggas called crabs for you
    Holdin' them garbage bags for you
    Ill, blowin them hags for you

    [Sticky Fingaz]
    I'm the route to evil, I don't grow on trees
    I'm called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream
    And I'm always green whether dirty or clean
    Gettin' ya hands on me is the American dream
    I'm more powerful than God, amazingly
    Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me
    I'm an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry
    This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me
    Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me
    Bet on me, couldn't pay, bled on me
    I enslaved populations, and controled masses
    I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic
    Even credit, I owe you
    You work for me nigga, I own you
    If you was smart, you'd make me work for you
    All ya life you try and get me and it's hurtin' you

    [Hook - Raekwon the Chef]

    [Sticky Fingaz]
    If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo?
    Would you blow me in a month and have nothin' to show
    Or would you invest in me and watch me grow
    Take me to the streets and flip me from, do' to sto' to do'
    I've done seen things I wish I hadn't seen
    I came between loved ones and families
    A nigga kill his own man to get his hands on me
    Got secret ensciptions, examine me
    Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be
    And showed 'em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C.
    Why I'm more notorious than the B.I.G.
    I'm so money, who don't wanna be like me?

    [Hook - Raekwon the Chef] 2x
    This song was submitted on December 19th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Thoroughbred for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Walt Disney Music Company, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Oladapo Torimiro, Deanna Dellacioppa, Garrain Steph Jones, Erik Griggs.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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