No Talking (Explicit)-Money Man

[Intro] (Ayy, where you get that beat from? Mooktoven) [Chorus] Ooh, them labels been callin', I don't do no talkin' The car is a foreign, I don't do no walkin' I ****ed her for hours, endurance, been joggin' Ooh, I can eyeball the P, I do not need to clock it The jeweler gon' bust down my chain and my watches She scream when I hit her, she soundin' obnoxious (Yung Lan on the track) Ooh, I love when she throw that **** back on me You smell me, you know that that pack on me Let's go, you know that them racks on me These niggas sweet like a cavity Sticked up, you know we ain't havin' it, ooh I got top shelf in the cabinet, ooh Come on, you know that them blues on me Ran that **** up by my lonely [Verse] Most of these niggas untrustworthy I go grizzly just like a Morant jersey Had to cut that lil' ho off, yeah, cold turkey Got the water hose on me, I start squirtin' We don't separate, might catch the wrong person I don't ride no waves, I am my own person I don't take no days off, I just keep workin' Had to jump in the water, I keep surfing At the Louis store shoppin', I spent ten Then I walked out the mall to a new Benz She just came to the crib and brought two friends Used to have a traphouse on a dead end Say my name in a song, they some dead men Got them racks to the ceiling like 6'10" Pull up inside a foreign, bae, get in I'm burnin' exotic while whippin' (Yeah, come on) Droppin' weight on the bench like I'm liftin', yeah Red bottoms on me, no Christian (Come on) I just want you and your best friend Bae, I won't be like the X-Men Rather go now like your ex-man [Chorus] Ooh, them labels been callin', I don't do no talkin' The car is a foreign, I don't do no walkin' I ****ed her for hours, endurance, been joggin' Ooh, I can eyeball the P, I do not need to clock it The jeweler gon' bust down my chain and my watches She scream when I hit her, she soundin' obnoxious Ooh, I love when she throw that **** back on me You smell me, you know that that pack on me Let's go, you know that them racks on me These niggas sweet like a cavity Sticked up, you know we ain't havin' it, ooh I got top shelf in the cabinet, ooh Come on, you know that them blues on me Ran that **** up by my lonely