Lyrics Gudda Gudda – What You Talkin Bout

Intro:
If you ain’t talkin’ money, what you talkin’ ’bout?
If you ain’t talkin’ money, what you talkin’ ’bout?
If you ain’t talkin’ money, what you talkin’ ’bout?

Verse 1:
Pour a pint in the 20, all my niggas be ridin’
Fuck around, see the news – all your niggas be bodies
She told me her nigga comin’, she gon’ put me in the closet
I told her «go tell that nigga he won’t see me in the closet»
And if his body a bank, shotty gon’ be my deposit
We run up, they run off – who seen where they joggin’?
I get the prop and the posters, shooters gon’ think it’s they market
Call the trunk K-Mart, guess who gon’ be their target?
No particular niggas, tell y’all set «bye»
Burnin’, my chest high, look at my left eye
I know Keisha and Nina, and my bitch like Chiquita
Cut your throat like Chiquita, suckin’ off my Chiquita
We ’bout it, all my niggas be ’bout it
Paper, pistols and pussy, all my niggas be ’bout it
They get to sendin’ the shots, all my niggas reroute it
Sex, money and murder, all my niggas be ’bout it

Hook:
If you ain’t talkin’ money, what you talkin’ ’bout?
Real niggas walkin’ through, better walk around
Chopper hangin’ out, it’s got a drum on it
Niggas talkin’ stupid, we go dumb on ’em
AK check, AR check – click-clack, bang! Aimin’ at his neck
AK check, AR check – click-clack, bang! Aimin’ at his neck

Verse 2:

Hook