Money Talk: From Duffel Bag Boy to Two Chains

When that man told them, people,
look at you, now look at us.
I don’t mind look rich.
If I was singing it like I had writing credits on it, bro.
And I had 32 whole American dollars in the bank.
Now he told us, I’m riding around in my side of town,
boxing gloves. I beat the trial,
I had a Coke, I had a smile,
I had a coat for every style. Crocodile,
the gator type, I’m allergic to.
The hater type. Take your wife,
give her back. Nine months after that,
similar. When Tati first came in,
he was with player circle.
And he told us what Wayne did,
if I don’t do nothing, I’m about.
I’m counting all day like the clock on the wall.
So go when get your money,
little duffel bag boy.
And he stopped being a titty boy and started being a two chains.
And when he got these two chains,
be casually getting busy on that,
and y’all don’t even be listening.
Their boy said, messing with me is a bad move.
7, 6,
2 for the shampoo. Cartier franks with the bamboo.
See you doing shit that you can’t do.
No GMO, no can’t, fool.
I like a pretty girl with the tattoos.
Walk in the club, make a typhoon,
put them on a plate, looking like food.
Simple, yet so effective.
Let me see you wiggle. Do it for a real nigga.
I’ll be laughing to the bank
all You do is giggle money talk.
You ain’t got none in a discussion.
That’s what I knew. Yeah,
we gotta get that boy his own playlist.
Oh, you just asked me about two chains.
Oh, my bad.