Money Speaks Alone (M.S.A.)

[Intro] HAHA TWO Strictly for the fans Money speaks alone my nigga ON ME! OSO! [Verse: Bravioso] If the money solve problems nigga, put me on the list If the money keep talking nigga, I am all ears If the night strikes the full moon, I show you what to fear Clear vision like a mirror, Skies the limit when you here OG in the air, Money coming cause I hustle hard My gun bite with a roar like a muscle car Im pimping bitches, If you listen you can play the part I ain't hearing shit give me 10 on that blvd Counting dirty money, Only star with that odor Gotta baby face but I fuck'em like Im older Real G shit, My money moving like a ski slope Bad bitches in the whip that only fuck with green dope [Hook: Bravioso] Im sitting on a level that you niggas can't reach If the money keep talking Im listen to it preach MONEY, MONEY, MONEY dreams of hundred dollar bills That ice on that pinky ring will give yo bitch chills Well I gotta stay, I stay on my grind Why Im sparking Cali bud on top of the sky Follow me home, If you know how to fly Im on fire like the sun and my future looking brighter [Verse: Bravioso] My nigga, Told yawl VERSE 2, OSO! ONE, TWO, THREE, Doobies on FOUR Cruising Cali, Lighting dro On 5 i'll probably overdose, furthermore OSO the shit, like a royal flush Choke on the Kush make a nigga flow tough Came in this bitch like They dont want none Im on one till my eyes get low, Bitch SMOKE, SMOKE, SMOKE Till I can't inhale no more, OG Kush or the valley dro Getting blowed with them valley hoes Antlers off the antelope, Pause, Now that was dope Zig Zags rolled with hash and dope Used to spend my last in hopes to smoke Now my shows is paying doe Smoking do-do just to gloat Screaming out I love the poor, WestSide I rise out the mud Moms on a nigga back mad because Im blowing drugs Plotting on the future while Im waking baking sticky buds Fails to realize, the price of life the way you brought up Im trying to defy the odds of life With the weight of the world on my shoulders I ain't gone stop, Bitch its eighty-eight Feel the nations rage, Yawl can't hold us Im Sittin [Hook: Bravioso] Im sitting on a level that you niggas can't reach If the money keep talking Im listen to it preach MONEY, MONEY, MONEY dreams of hundred dollar bills That ice on that pinky ring will give yo bitch chills Well I gotta stay, I stay on my grind Why Im sparking Cali bud on top of the sky Follow me home, If you know how to fly Im on fire like the sun and my future looking brighter