Lirik Lagu Frank & Maury - Money Talks.
Damnit, I love you Steve
Flip the bird at the red light
Phone sex with my ex-wife
Four bottles, one night
I'm on the subway home having fist fights
French fries, a little sriracha
Four in the morning watching Harry Potter
Counting money in my white boxers
You need a little hitch, you know that I gotcha
I got a .40 in the back with your name on it
Walking out the deli with a (Steak sandwich)
Check it in my belly, that’s a (Great sandwich)
Wife in the salon and she (Spray-tanned it)
Sweet and Low up in my Powerade
Mix it with Patron in the flower vase
I take a sip, I take the whole jar
And then that **** got me ****** up
Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back
New York Yankees cap on my bald patch
Nunchucks in my backpack
Step too close, I'll swing it at your nut sack
Prick you with a thumb tack
Sticky with the blicky in the lunch bag
Wallet heavy pants saggin' to my buttcrack
Baby, you can't touch that
Baby, you won't touch this
But baby, you can touch this
Ash tray for the dutches
And a plate full of Dunkin (Donuts)
I got cash in abundance
And a little stash in the dungeon
Wife's cooking up a luncheon
(Honks at me), “don't be stingy with the onion"
Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back
Money talks and I talk back