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[Intro]
In the kitchen and it's Taysty

[Pre-Chorus: Caskey]
Ayo, I'd rather get my ass whooped than let you motherfuckers talk to me
I'm in the fast lane and I'ma let my money talk for me
It's a sack chase and you been at your momma house asleep
Man, I make enough to buy my mom a new house every week

[Chorus: Caskey]
Just get the fuck up out the way
Yeah, money talks, people don't say nothin'
It's probably best you run away
Should tell the truth but they gon' stay bluffin'
Get the fuck up out the way
Money talks, people don't say nothin'
It's probably best you run away
Start a riot, got the whole thing jumpin'

[Verse 1: Caskey]
Aye, don't play with my intelligence
I killed a rapper once, now my closet full of skeletons
People mentionin' my name 'cause they irrelevant
The car was black on black like its skin was full of melanin
Stay away from fuck shit, I'm celibate
My homies serve the pelicans and did that shit with elegance
Management took me to court, they got a settlement
I paid it off, still ain't let it slow down my development
I paid the cost, to be the boss, you ain't paid at all
I was you and lookin' in a mirror, I would hate it all
I ain't got no time to chill with broke boys, I skated off
One look at you and it say it all

[Pre-Chorus: Caskey]
Ayo, I'd rather get my ass whooped than let you motherfuckers talk to me
I'm in the fast lane and I'ma let my money talk for me
It's a sack chase and you been at your momma house asleep
Man, I make enough to buy my mom a new house every week

[Chorus: Caskey]
Just get the fuck up out the way
Yeah, money talks, people don't say nothin'
It's probably best you run away
Should tell the truth but they gon' stay bluffin'
Get the fuck up out the way
Money talks, people don't say nothin'
It's probably best you run away
Start a riot, got the whole thing jumpin'

[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Yeah, and Yelawolf I got, both lanes bumpin'
Got no stains in the seat, no grains, cousin
Yeah that drop, 911 with my old main woman
50K up in Chanel, I'm in the old same clothin'
Big talk, same motive, you a lame, can't quote it
You would swim, what's in my ship? We ain't in the same ocean
I'm a skyscraper with the skyscraper crane holdin'
Fifty tons over your punk ass weak rap shoulders
I'm a southern God, quote it, sippin' Patrick Van Winkle
Bitch the heat, from the swipe, left the credit card crinkled
Look, I don't give no fuck about your million dollar tinkle
I'm a faucet with this shit, I got billion dollar people
Boy, you know the AKA, bitch, it's MWA
I done pedaled to the top, I gave your bitch a bouquet
I done spit so many bars, I should have nothin' left to say
But its pop-pop-pop-pop, never stop vocabulary

[Chorus: Caskey]
Just get the fuck up out the way
Yeah, money talks, people don't say nothin'
It's probably best you run away
Should tell the truth but they gon' stay bluffin'
Get the fuck up out the way
Money talks, people don't say nothin'
It's probably best you run away
Start a riot, got the whole thing jumpin'

[Outro: Yelawolf]
Black sheep, Yelawolf
Catfish Billy, bitch