[INTRO — DJ Sir Panda aka Ross] Much! Yeah! Okay! Turn that shit up! Manhattan to Queens, we outside! Talk too much— MONEY! [VERSE 1 — CRUNK / MANHATTAN DRILL] Phone on do not disturb, but my mind stay loud I was broke in the dark, now I’m drawing a crowd Old shoes on the tile, new cash in the bag Mama said, “Keep it real,” so I grind, never brag I been chasing that green like a kid chases sun Now I speak two languages when the deal gets done They be talking that shit, but they fold under pressure I was down on my luck, now I’m stacking the cheddar I don't owe these niggas shit, I paid every fee Had to cut fake ties just to make room for me If the money ain't right, then the answer is “nah” I’m allergic to bullshit, keep that shit from afar Came up from nothing, had to hustle and learn Every loss that I took gave me fuel in return No handouts, no favors, no begging for shit Built the whole damn thing, now I’m standing on it [PRE-CHORUS — BUILD] Count it slow, then count it twice Make it move, make it feel right From the mud, now we gold Say the word, let it roll [CHORUS — CRUNK CLUB DROP] you Talk too much, money! you Talk too much, money! Make it jump, make it sing Make the whole block sunny! you Talk too much, money! you Talk too much, money! If you want that life Better fucking run it! Money, money, yeah, we talk too much Money, money, yeah, we run it up Money, money, put that shit in the air Came up from the bottom, now we motherfucking here! [VERSE 2 — BOUNCY MANHATTAN DRILL] Late train to the west side, bag heavy, no sleep Got receipts in the glove box, got the grind on repeat I don't fold for a price tag, I don't bend for a lie If it don't build the future, then I let that shit die Now the chain on my neck got a cold little shine But I still know the names of the ones in the line I remember cold nights when the heat ran low Now I step inside the spot and the whole room glow Fuck being broke, I’m addicted to progress Every loss that I took became part of the process They was laughing back then, now they watching my steps I was building my future while they watched from the steps I don't need your approval, I don't need your respect Put the work on the table, then collect that check Too much talk from a clown, I just smile and proceed Let the money do the talking, that's the only shit I need [PRE-CHORUS] Count it slow, then count it twice Make it move, make it feel right From the mud, now we gold Say the word, let it roll [CHORUS — FULL DROP] you Talk too much, money! you Talk too much, money! Make it jump, make it sing Make the whole block sunny! you Talk too much, money! you Talk too much, money! If you want that life Better fucking run it! Money, money, yeah, we talk too much Money, money, yeah, we run it up Money, money, fuck being scared Came from nothing, now the whole squad here! [BRIDGE — REPINIQUE / VIRADA RAP] No more begging for a seat, I built my own table Every scar upon my hands told me I was able Had to fight through the bullshit, had to walk through the rain Had some people switch sides, now they calling my name Say it loud, let it ring Fuck the doubt, let it sing From the bottom to the top We ain't stopping for a thing If the money keeps talking, let the motherfucker sing If the money keeps talking, let the motherfucker ring [BREAKDOWN — CROWD CHANT] Who got the money? WE GOT THE MONEY! Who got the hustle? WE GOT THE HUSTLE! Who came from nothing? WE CAME FROM NOTHING! Who wants more? WE WANT MORE! [FINAL VERSE — RASPY SPEED FLOW] Back with the remix, motherfucker, let's go 104 on the beat, make the whole room blow Bell hit, drums hit, bass shake the floor When I walk through the door, everybody want more Grinding all week, I ain't sleeping tonight Got the whole city jumping when the beat hit right No bullshit in my circle, keep the energy clean If you ain't talking about growth, get the fuck off the scene Cash in the pocket, dreams in the head Turned every bad day into bread instead They said I couldn't do it— Fuck what they said! Now I’m standing on the foundation I built from the dead [FINAL CHORUS — FULL CLUB / CROWD] you Talk too much, money! you Talk too much, money! Make it jump, make it sing Make the whole block sunny! you Talk too much, money! you Talk too much, money! If you want that life Better fucking run it! TALK TOO MUCH! MONEY! TALK TOO MUCH! MONEY! Make it jump! Make it shake! Make it bounce! Make it break! From the mud— To the gold— Fuck the fear— LET IT ROLL! [OUTRO — DJ Sir Panda / CROWD] Much! Okay! Manhattan! Queens! We outside! you Talk too much— MONEY! you Talk too much— MONEY! RUN THAT SHIT BACK!
