Shut Up

Shut Up - Yowda/Y.G.

Written by：Mustard/Yowda/YG

You ain't talk about money b**ch shut up

Every ni**a round me about to come up

A hunnid grand on my accessories

I'm a stunna

40 cal on my waist in case a ni**a wanna run up

Never put the gun up

Heated like the summer

And I live for the moment

So I grind to the sun up

Baby girl want me to cut her

No need to wonder girl

I'll beat it like a drummer

Dick her down

No need to tongue her

Got her offa swag

And ain't no need to fund her

Now she giving me the thumb up

Calling me a plumber

And her friends wanna f**k me

Cause she bragging how I done her

But man I ain't tripping on that

Right now I'm just focused on rap

And I ain't talking beats and microphones

I'm talking bout bricks

But I ain't building homes

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

B**ch shut up shut up shut up shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

B**ch shut up shut up shut up shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

I got choppers poppers berettas

Young ni**a cold so my hoes wear sweaters

Told her is a fixed session

And she let us

Oooh riding with the heaters

My niggas got stripes it's like I'm riding with the zebras

Hood niggas ain't good with the visa

Dick is so good make your b**ch have a seizure

Just had to give my Lil homie 10

Couldn't see him doing life in the pen

See them but I wouldn't want to be them

Cause I'll be giving that part to his BM

You niggas aren't getting paid

You niggas are going to church and getting saved

Get bread get bread get bread

And all my niggas with them popping like pillheads

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

B**ch shut up shut up shut up shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

B**ch shut up shut up shut up shut up

My roof gone like my ex b**ch

She was broke so I moved to the next b**ch

And the next b**ch came with another slut

So now when I get paid it's a double up

You niggas know what's up

Mob ain't no I.O.U.s C.O.Ds

F**k the police and a broke b**ch

I can't do bad by myself I don't need no b**ch

See an old b**ch that's my new thing

Lace her up now she's calling me a boo thang

We get money together

That's how we do things

When she got the bag

You know the shoes came

Hermes on my belt Louie on my feet

Yowda on the rap mustard on the beat

I'll be in the street you just industry

Like 50 dollars bills I'm a G

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

B**ch shut up shut up shut up shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch shut up

B**ch shut up shut up shut up shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch

You ain't talking about money b**ch

You ain't talking about money b**ch

Shut up shut up shut up shut up

You ain't talking about money b**ch

You ain't talking about money b**ch

You ain't talking about money b**ch

Shut up shut up shut up shut up