J. Cole - Chris Tucker Lyrics
[Hook]Chris Tucker, money talk mother*****erChris Tucker, money talk mother*****erChris Tucker, money talk mother*****erAye, all you broke niggas be quiet[Verse 1: J Cole]I can't control this urge to ***** hoes and splurgeMy sidepieces got real jobs, nigga I don't ***** with no birdsMy main chick she got real hair, ain't never had to shop to get her'sGot a neat freak that don't eat meat but goddamn she rocking them fursBall so hard mother*****ers wanna fine me, now the ho wanna climb meIf real recognize real, that's why it took a mother*****er like Hov to sign meBall so hard I'm the truth nigga, All-Star game catching oops niggaIf you a ***** and I'm a *****, I'm Sheryl Swoopes and you hoops nigga[Hook][Verse 2: J Cole]Cole world, safe to say I'm cold bloodedIn this cold life the more cold you are seem like the more the hoes love youSo I book a flight, she land today, she leave tonight with no luggageGot the camera on in my bedroom, shooting video with no budgetOnly nigga up in first class, old lady tryna be friendly, ayShe think I'm in the NBA, why a nigga can't have his MBA?Next time I'mma flip the script, you know, kick some shit that's gon shock her"You so tall what team do u play for?" No ***** I'm a doctorFlow hella proper, Cole never flopped, nahFloat like a propeller no helicopter shitKnots thick like a bowlegged chickStick dick to a gold digger, won't give her dollar***** your nine I'm a whole different caliberNigga say they pop cause they dont fill they collars upRead a book get your knowledge up, book a flight get ya mileage up***** nigga...[Hook][Verse 3: 2 Chainz]I'mma start off with these four barsI'm in a barbie at a sports barI'm rockin' gold balls, whoop your ass with this crowbarI'm like "Oh Boy, catch your girl off that rebound"Fix her hair up, get her a re-doJust my car out that paint shop, so I guess that's a motha*****in re-coupeLet me demonstrate, gotta think about it before I go on a dinner dateMight eat a rich *****, yes I got me expensive tasteGot my pockets on full, stomach on full, gun on full, I got full coverageNiggas don't know the full story, I'm smokin on gas, full serviceMoney talk, true story, if you don't got none then don't say shitBanana clips going ape shit, if you don't make money you don't make senseI got gold on my bracelet, got ya girlfriend chasing itBust a nut in her mouth, so now she can baby sit[Hook][Outro: J Cole]This liquor I've been sippin' got me kissing all these modelsAnd I might not see tomorrow, I might not see tomorrowPlease don't tell my momma I spent tuition on these bottlesJust to pay back all these loans man we gon' have to hit the lotto'
