What You Talkin Bout

Gudda Gudda

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    (feat. Cory Gunz)

    [Intro:]
    If you ain't talkin' money, what you talkin' 'bout?
    If you ain't talkin' money, what you talkin' 'bout?
    If you ain't talkin' money, what you talkin' 'bout?
    Real niggas walkin' through, better walk around

    [Verse 1:]
    Pour a pint in the 20, all my niggas be ridin'
    Fuck around, see the news – all your niggas be bodies
    She told me her nigga comin', she gon' put me in the closet
    I told her "go tell that nigga he won't see me in the closet"
    And if his body a bank, shotty gon' be my deposit
    We run up, they run off – who seen where they joggin'?
    I get the prop and the posters, shooters gon' think it's they market
    Call the trunk K-Mart, guess who gon' be their target?
    No particular niggas, tell y'all set "bye"
    Burnin', my chest high, look at my left eye
    I know Keisha and Nina, and my bitch like Chiquita
    Cut your throat like Chiquita, suckin' off my Chiquita
    We 'bout it, all my niggas be 'bout it
    Paper, pistols and pussy, all my niggas be 'bout it
    They get to sendin' the shots, all my niggas reroute it
    Sex, money and murder, all my niggas be 'bout it

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    [Hook:]
    If you ain't talkin' money, what you talkin' 'bout?
    Real niggas walkin' through, better walk around
    Chopper hangin' out, it's got a drum on it
    Niggas talkin' stupid, we go dumb on 'em
    AK check, AR check – click-clack, bang! Aimin' at his neck
    AK check, AR check – click-clack, bang! Aimin' at his neck

    [Verse 2:]
    Ridin' with my rooftop back
    Light skin, tatted up – Tupac back
    Rest in peace Machiavelli – macks to his belly
    Swiss-cheese a nigga – turn him to spaghetti
    Bunch of pussy cats, your whole team scary
    Got my dogs with me, my whole team ready
    Fuck all y'all, already poppin'
    Got a bitch named Nina, givin' head proper
    She go click-clack – headshot 'em
    Stomp a nigga bloody, I've got red bottoms
    Mentally insane, I've got every problem
    Beef? We turn that issue to a dead problem
    Cutter in the trunk, money in my pocket
    They can't stop it, me and gunner takin' off like rockets
    You ain't bringin' money 'round? Nigga you could move around
    Surround your team with choppers singin' loud, that's surround sound

    [Hook]

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