作曲 : Dorrell, McKay
I'ma pimp, a pen's my hoe 
She don't ever move 'til 
I say so Her only purpose in life is get me large 
I got my pen workin' 16 bars 
When I'm happy she happy, sad she sad 
She make sure we both have 
She know I got plenty more ready to replace her 
Bitch better have mine 
I'm not lettin' no pen get out of line 
You get it, 
I mean, can you dig it 
She committed to me, she please niggas for me 
My shit's so tight, she leave a nigga for me 
I met her in a studio, she caught my eye 
She was with a mac, over kickin' whack ass rhymes 
I needed a pen, so he let me borrow her 
Like my shit ain't ill enough to overpower her 
I see he wasn't treatin' her right 
I gave her some paper 
And let her do her thing that night 
Thats right, 
I took her from that playa 
He to concerned with his money and his data 
She told me, shit he be kickin' be so weak 
I told him, your hoe chose me 
I'm goldie 
Be cool, or we can make the heat come out 
Your pen work for me 'til the ink run out (playa) [Chorus] 
Money talks and bullshit walks 
Rap is a hustle, yo 
Only the strong survive, 
I was born to rhyme 
Put me on the streets and 
I'm goin' for mine 
Money talks and bullshit walks 
Rap is a hustle, yo 
Only the strong survive, 
I was born to rhyme 
Put me on the streets nigga [Verse 2] 
My rap is uncut raw, out the door 
Type shit to have fiends lookin' for more 
Your rap is lactose; you cooked up, the glass broke 
Customers complainin', some never comin' back yo 
My rap flow is pure all white, in the hood all night 
You made your first sale when 
I sold out 
My shit numbs your whole mouth, yours leaves a foul taste 
My rhyme's a felony, yours never seen a trial date 
You need a legal aid, my pen got the 
DA's paid 
My flows sleepin' in a cave 
No day's I got the streets in this mad 
You need a mask to prepare the ? here 
It's heated glass once 
I flip this track 
You should see my stash, 
I got rhymes for days 
Fuckin' right crime pays, 
I stay deliverin, ain't no middle man 
I never short my mans or cross my fans 
Or switch my supply when money cross my hand 
It's funny, 
I'm here, unlike like the crew 
I used to roll wit' 
Yall might as well work for me, 
I got that clientele 
You put too much cut in that stuff yall tried to sell 
That's the reason why your empire fell like 
Goliath I'm supplyin' ghettos and satisfyin' 
Marks NARC's is analiyzin', askin' why this kid out bridge is commin' through with platinum sound' and 
Bringin' heat to the street like if 
I had the iron (for real) [Chorus] 
Money talks and bullshit walks 
Rap is a hustle, yo 
Only the strong survive, 
I was born to rhyme 
Put me on the streets and 
I'm goin' for mine 
Money talks and bullshit walks 
Rap is a hustle, yo