Key: B minor•
Verse 1
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Yeah
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Amir on the track
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Amir on the verse, yeah
When money talk, people listen
Got your local street chef
cookin' in the kitchen
People get a little bit and they want more
Got your best friend kickin'
down your door
Money, when money talk, people listen
Got your local street chef
cookin' in the kitchen
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People get a little bit and they want more
Got your best friend kickin'
down your door
Money, when you came into my life,
things changed for me
Everybody showin' love,
even my enemies
You introduced me to
Gucci and
Louis
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Vuitton
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Even put some designer on my arm
It was love at first sight,
I know you felt it too
You made me do bad things so
I could be with you
You had me huntin' and schemin'
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You was in my wallet so much
Wherever I went, you was around
People would fake what you
would hold me down
Whenever you talked, people would listen
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You gave me my hustler's ambitions
Made me jealous when people
took you out of my hands
But I didn't have a problem,
was with my friends
Just as long as you made it back home
Miss curfew,
I'm comin' lookin' with my chrome, uh
When money talk, people listen
Got your local street chef
kickin' in the kitchen
People get a little bit, and they want more
Got your best friend kickin'
down your door
Money, when money talk, people listen
Got your local street chef
kickin' in the kitchen
People get a little bit, and they want more
Got your best friend kickin'
down your door
Money!
When you came into my life,
people said that I changed
But I didn't change,
you niggas didn't act the same
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You got jealous of our relationship
Made me carry that thang on my hip
Girls that were buddies started
actin' real slutty
But when I didn't share my friend,
they said they didn't love me
When I used to shop,
employees followed me around
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they said come back when you in town
My friend gave me respect
My friend put ice on my neck
My friend gave me diamonds and pearls
Matter of fact, my friend gave me the world
My friend turned me into a fiend
Said without me you
won't be anything
Damn, that's a cold
f***ing thing to say
But it didn't matter,
I just wanted my friend to stay
Gotta do what I gotta do to get paid, uh
When money talk people listen
Got your local street chef
cooking in the kitchen
People get a little bit and they want more
Got your best friend kicking
down your door
Money
When money talk people listen
Got your local street chef
cooking in the kitchen
People get a little bit and they want more
Got your best friend kicking
down your door
Money
My friend and I broke up around
Christmas time
Took everything man, even my shine
People didn't even treat
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They said I fell off in the game
Damn man, people are so cold
Just a month ago they
would've sold me the sub
But that's alright,
me and my friend gon' get back together
And we gon' love each
other forever and ever
If you got a hundred dollar
bill put your hands up
If you got a fifty dollar bill put your hands up
If you all about your money,
yo, please stand up
Now put your hands up,
homeboy, this is a stick up
If you got a hundred dollar bill,
put your hands up
If you got a fifty dollar bill, put your hands up
If you all about your money,
please stand up
Now put your hands up, this is a stick up
When money talk, people listen
Got your local street chef
cookin' in the kitchen
People get a little bit and
Got your best friend kickin'
down your door
Money, when money talk, people listen
Got your local street chef
cookin' in the kitchen
People get a little bit and
they want more
down your door
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Money, when money talk, people listen
People get a little bit and they want more
Got your best friend kickin'
Got your local street chef
People get a little bit and
they want more
Got your best friend kickin'
Money
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsBm D F# C#m
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