| Song | Money Talk |
| Artist | FreeSouls |
| Artist | Muller Made |
| Album | Money Talk |
| Ain’t nobody got a hold on me | |
| Southwest you don’t want no smoke | |
| Got me certified all my brothers know | |
| See me on the rise but I’m driving low | |
| Got one dream got one goal | |
| Haters on me they will never know | |
| See the lies I see the foes | |
| Come and feel the vibe come and see the flow | |
| But I see through all that fake shit | |
| See the money gotta make it | |
| That good p***y gotta taste it | |
| Green valley weed gotta taste it | |
| See the money gotta make it oooh gotta make it | |
| Good p***y ima taste it oooh gotta taste it | |
| You can’t **** with me you basic | |
| You will never get it gotta face it | |
| Man you see my brothers tryna make it | |
| All these mother****ers try to fake it | |
| How can I sleep when I feel this ill, ya, ya | |
| I got everything I ever needed don’t you hit me with your record deal, | |
| Getting faded you all know how I feel, | |
| Up on a cloud where I’m found, got my shit on repeat she **** with me cuz she **** with the real, | |
| But I need a mil and my bros need a meal now, | |
| I ain't sleeping til the beats getting killed, | |
| And we popping like a seal now, | |
| I got these chickies on a wave like a navy seal, when I’m gone they gon feel down, | |
| Feel me down when I be in town, | |
| Bank account gon need a big bounce, | |
| Give me a job when I work like rihanna mi casa su casa, we run it up | |
| Me and the squad we just **** shit up, | |
| BNE to southwest getting commas up, | |
| All these haters just gon need to suck it up, | |
| I got the legs like I’m forrest gump when I run it up | |
| Being a fake I never tried that, but I get what I want cuz I like that, | |
| I thank the lord that I’m making money off of my raps, | |
| (Thank god) | |
| I been so high off the come up I'm still here | |
| Too good to quit I'ma ride off of my luck | |
| And hope when I stop it they still here | |
| ****ing around I just slide and lil mama | |
| She ride on a nut | |
| Then I blew yeah | |
| You talking money I come | |
| Up and sit down you talk down and cheap | |
| You might lose yeah | |
| Southwest the city made me | |
| I put us on the map before the day ends | |
| They put me on the track and when I say shit | |
| I gotten coming back and wanna taste it | |
| I never fall back just took a break b***h | |
| I take it all back i'm going crazy | |
| Seen the ball jack and then I lay up shit | |
| Then wanna call hang up unless they paying me | |
| Alright alright alright | |
| In a foreign ride when i'm vibing | |
| Hold tight hold tight | |
| Dogs out get amongst that get you hiding | |
| More highs then lows gotta come to my shows before you die | |
| All vibes no pose gotta win with the bros then we alright | |
| Put in work | |
| Then it's all lines | |
| Do my dirt then its all light | |
| Hate to hurt you but b***h I might | |
| Said i'm the worst one but its alright | |
| Cause I never struggled only cause you wanted | |
| I just keep on going till the ****ing hate me | |
| Hand of god I feel the pressure on me | |
| But I know i'm on it and I know I gotta make it | |
| See the money gotta make it oooh gotta make it | |
| Good p***y ima taste it oooh gotta taste it | |
| You can’t **** with me you basic | |
| You will never get it gotta face it | |
| Man you see my brothers tryna make it | |
| All these mother****ers try to fake it |
| Ain' t nobody got a hold on me | |
| Southwest you don' t want no smoke | |
| Got me certified all my brothers know | |
| See me on the rise but I' m driving low | |
| Got one dream got one goal | |
| Haters on me they will never know | |
| See the lies I see the foes | |
| Come and feel the vibe come and see the flow | |
| But I see through all that fake shit | |
| See the money gotta make it | |
| That good p y gotta taste it | |
| Green valley weed gotta taste it | |
| See the money gotta make it oooh gotta make it | |
| Good p y ima taste it oooh gotta taste it | |
| You can' t with me you basic | |
| You will never get it gotta face it | |
| Man you see my brothers tryna make it | |
| All these mother ers try to fake it | |
| How can I sleep when I feel this ill, ya, ya | |
| I got everything I ever needed don' t you hit me with your record deal, | |
| Getting faded you all know how I feel, | |
| Up on a cloud where I' m found, got my shit on repeat she with me cuz she with the real, | |
| But I need a mil and my bros need a meal now, | |
| I ain' t sleeping til the beats getting killed, | |
| And we popping like a seal now, | |
| I got these chickies on a wave like a navy seal, when I' m gone they gon feel down, | |
| Feel me down when I be in town, | |
| Bank account gon need a big bounce, | |
| Give me a job when I work like rihanna mi casa su casa, we run it up | |
| Me and the squad we just shit up, | |
| BNE to southwest getting commas up, | |
| All these haters just gon need to suck it up, | |
| I got the legs like I' m forrest gump when I run it up | |
| Being a fake I never tried that, but I get what I want cuz I like that, | |
| I thank the lord that I' m making money off of my raps, | |
| Thank god | |
| I been so high off the come up I' m still here | |
| Too good to quit I' ma ride off of my luck | |
| And hope when I stop it they still here | |
| ing around I just slide and lil mama | |
| She ride on a nut | |
| Then I blew yeah | |
| You talking money I come | |
| Up and sit down you talk down and cheap | |
| You might lose yeah | |
| Southwest the city made me | |
| I put us on the map before the day ends | |
| They put me on the track and when I say shit | |
| I gotten coming back and wanna taste it | |
| I never fall back just took a break b h | |
| I take it all back i' m going crazy | |
| Seen the ball jack and then I lay up shit | |
| Then wanna call hang up unless they paying me | |
| Alright alright alright | |
| In a foreign ride when i' m vibing | |
| Hold tight hold tight | |
| Dogs out get amongst that get you hiding | |
| More highs then lows gotta come to my shows before you die | |
| All vibes no pose gotta win with the bros then we alright | |
| Put in work | |
| Then it' s all lines | |
| Do my dirt then its all light | |
| Hate to hurt you but b h I might | |
| Said i' m the worst one but its alright | |
| Cause I never struggled only cause you wanted | |
| I just keep on going till the ing hate me | |
| Hand of god I feel the pressure on me | |
| But I know i' m on it and I know I gotta make it | |
| See the money gotta make it oooh gotta make it | |
| Good p y ima taste it oooh gotta taste it | |
| You can' t with me you basic | |
| You will never get it gotta face it | |
| Man you see my brothers tryna make it | |
| All these mother ers try to fake it |