Released on July 3, 2012

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[Chorus: Chinx]

Dead prezzys on my dinner table, blood type is greedy

Black tints, black shades on, they don’t see me

I’m greedy, it’s money on my knife and fork

Money’s speaking for me, I don’t like to talk


[Verse 1: Chinx]

Roll around in that ride, deuces on that drop thing

Rolling out of my mind, a noose is what that guap mean

Pac man, eat your money up

Snowflake, pink toes, she just got her tummy tucked

BS is on my arm, pills up in that man capsule

Talking on that bum, little mama let em feel [?]

You need culture, on this side we get you focused

Now kick off them Louis loafers, life’s a trip, I get you chauffeured

Never on your A game, whole life on that B shit

These niggas talking but won’t walk up on that cement

Chinx Drugz, I’m a, I’m a coke boy

Fuck these niggas talking, I got money on my phone, boy


[Chorus: Chinx]

Dead prezzys on my dinner table, blood type is greedy

Black tints, black shades on, they don’t see me

I’m greedy, it’s money on my knife and fork

Money’s speaking for me, I don’t like to talk


[Verse 2: Grafh]

I got money all on my mind

My money all about more bread

Put money all in your mind

Put money all in your forehead

Jumping out of my Corvette

You be the nigga I skate past

You be the nigga that ain’t next

I don’t need no motherfucking brake pad

I stay past, your fake ass ain’t even in my weight class

I body slam linebackers out they face mask

Talking all of that bullshit

Talking all of that full clip

Talking all of that sheep crap

Talking all of that wool shit

I’m talking all of that wolf shit, drinking out the bottle

My middle finger up, it just came up out of motto

My pocket full of green look like I’m spending avocado

I got beef [?] like the lettuce in my taco


[Chorus: Chinx]

Dead prezzys on my dinner table, blood type is greedy

Black tints, black shades on, they don’t see me

I’m greedy, it’s money on my knife and fork

Money’s speaking for me, I don’t like to talk