Lyrics
Yeah I don’t give a damn what you talking bout
If it ain’t about that money, then ya better shut ya mouth
Yeah i’m the golden child, so you’d better check your mouth
They run but on the web, they just run they mouth
If you ain’t talking R.N.S., what ya talking bout
If you ain’t talking being real, what ya talking bout
You ain’t got no heater boy, what ya talking bout
Ya speak gibberish, nobody know what ya talking bout
Curtis Mayfield, yeah I am superfly
Talking bout that i’m fake, boy that’s a stupid lie
Reals in my genes, like the certificate in my pocket
Speak the word to ya’ll, best know I gets a profit
Shotty leave ya with a cavity, now you far from whole
I’m getting dough bitch, you can tell that i’m on a roll
Ya know the Click is all about that Money & Muscle
2 bitches, 2 choppas, 2 clips, i’m seeing double
Niggas hating on me ain’t lived my struggle
I get mine, Whatchu Doin', you don’t want no Trouble
I’m about my chips boy, who ya bout to ruffle
Potato on the Bulldog, like it had a muzzle
I’m saying that if ya talking dog, you can get silenced
Ain’t talking rock bands, but ya know I’ll Triumph
Them niggas stay with the choppas, no Harley Davidson
You ain’t got no bodies, you stay shooting at clay pigeons
Yeah I don’t give a damn what you talking bout
If it ain’t about that money, then ya better shut ya mouth
Yeah i’m the golden child, so you’d better check your mouth
They run but on the web, they just run they mouth
If you ain’t talking R.N.S., what you talking bout
If you ain’t talking being real, what ya talking bout
You ain’t got no heater boy, what you talking bout
Ya speak gibberish, nobody know what ya talking bout
Call the choppa Kanye West, make a bitch famous
Make you think about Good Times, no John Amos
Chopstick leave ya rolled like some sushi
Who you fooling, you the type to play with La La Loopsy
You only got water guns, what you talking bout
You don’t make it rain on them hoes, you bring the drought
All this cheese feeling like I stay taking pictures
What you talking bout, I practice what I preach in these scriptures
Ice Cubes in my cup, while i’m with the Boyz N the Hood
Bouta ice the nigga talking cause he thought he could
No homo bouta blow that nigga like a backwood
We got choppas long as sandwiches by Dagwood
But ya want some problems, what ya talking bout
Ya just talking crap, that ain’t coming out ya mouth
I will forever have Victory, no P. Diddy
Saying you can get rid of me, boy you must be silly
Yeah I don’t give a damn what you talking bout
If it ain’t about that money, then ya better shut ya mouth
Yeah i’m the golden child, so you’d better check your mouth
They run but on the web, they just run they mouth
If you ain’t talking R.N.S., what you talking bout
If you ain’t talking being real, what ya talking bout
You ain’t got no heater boy, what ya talking bout
Ya speak gibberish, nobody know what ya talking bout