This is a song about "Money talks bitch"

Everything you dojust wanna let you know, how we feel

And that fucker still talks to me he's all i can fuckin' hear

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Don't worry bout a thang baby

My father never talks to me

Bolt up my door lock, been hearing money talks

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

No fiction, mentally dis function,my mind talks why should i mention

Laughs at you and talks about

Let me see you work it out

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Funny how some money make a bitch switch

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch