Представляем точный текст композиции "Money Talks" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Sticky Fingaz . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Money Talks» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Sticky Fingaz передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Sticky Fingaz - "Money Talks"
Lyrics to Money Talks : (feat. Raekwon the Chef) [Sticky Fingaz] Twas the night before twistmas And all through the house We had guns and money around Layin on the couch Was dressed with black jewelry this time Mmmmmm, cmon [Sticky Fingaz] Everybody want me, I created thieves Why Im almost as important as the air you breathe I been through hard times, when it wasnt enough for me Stick a weak kidll have you livin in luxury Im the reason niggas sellin drugs to fiends Im the reason Mr. Simpson got off clean Im the reason some parents gotta bury they kids And Im the reason why your cousin on the run from feds Ive been through customs, borders Ive been handled by authorities Drove people crazy when they couldnt see more of me Ive been saved, Ive been buried alive Say my name enough and any nigga testify Who you think lead that whole seller ass that time All by myself, I created black on black crime Im Americas most, Im tadded up with Ghostt Even my hand got big, from net to gross Im emotionless, yet I breathe jealousy and envy People kill for me or die to defend me But in the end am I really worth the sun Rich people make me work for them And poor people work for me Who am I' Nigga Im money Who am I' Nigga Im money [Hook: Raekwon the Chef] See the gun wound, went down for you Who ran up in the house, duke Caught one from he and for who When niggas was ready to murder me You stayed up in the crib, like a bitch Lookin ill, and its lurkin me (for who') I got stabbed for you Yo, shot up the ass for you Should stop blowin the cabs for you (for who') Chill, some niggas called crabs for you Holdin them garbage bags for you Ill, blowin them hags for you [Sticky Fingaz] I resort to evil, I dont grow on trees Im called by different names, chips, scrilla, cream And Im always green whether dirty or clean (Wooooeeee!) Gettin ya hands on me is the American dream Im more powerful than God, or Razale Cause when you pray to God nigga, you pray for me Im an exchange hand to hand, with heavy weapontry This one couple fucked on me, and slept on me Up in the dice games niggas stepped on me Bet on me, couldnt pay, bled on me I enslaved populations, and controled masses I come in all forms, coins, paper, plastic Even credit, I owe you You work for me nigga, I own you If you are smart, you make me work for you All ya life you try and get me and its hurtin you [Hook: Raekwon the Chef] [Sticky Fingaz] If you had a million of me, what would you do with me yo' Would you blow me in a month and have nothin to show Or would you invest in me and watch me grow Take me to the streets and flip me from, do to sto to do I underseen things I wish I hadnt seen I came between loved ones and families A nigga kill his old man to get his hands on me Got secret ensciptions, examine me Wanna find me, the bank machine is where I be And showed em to a hundred grand, F.D.I.C. Im more notorious than the B.I.G. Im so money, who dont wanna be like me [Hook x2: Raekwon the Chef] [ Money Talks Lyrics ]
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