Artist: J. Cole Album: Truly Yours 2 EP Song: Chris Tucker Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker Chris Tucker, money talk motherfucker Aye, all you broke niggas be quiet [Verse 1: J Cole] I can't control this urge to fuck hoes and splurge My sidepieces got real jobs, nigga I don't fuck with no birds My main chick she got real hair, ain't never had to shop to get her's Got a neat freak that don't eat meat but goddamn she rocking them furs Ball so hard motherfuckers wanna fine me, now the ho wanna climb me If real recognize real, that's why it took a motherfucker like Hov to sign me Ball so hard I'm the truth nigga, All-Star game catching oops nigga If you a bitch and I'm a bitch, I'm Sheryl Swoopes and you hoops nigga [Chorus] [Verse 2: J Cole] Cole world, safe to say I'm cold blooded In this cold life the more cold you are seem like the more the hoes love you So I book a flight, she land today, she leave tonight with no luggage Got the camera on in my bedroom, shooting video with no budget Only nigga up in first class, old lady tryna be friendly, ay She think I'm in the NBA, why a nigga can't have his MBA? Next time I'm a flip the script, you know, kick some shit that's gon shock her "You so tall what team do u play for?" No bitch I'm a doctor Flow hella proper, Cole never flopped, nah Float like a propeller no helicopter shit Knots thick like a bowlegged chick Stick dick to a gold digger, won't give her dollar Fuck your nine I'm a whole different caliber Nigga say they pop cause they don't fill they collars up Read a book get your knowledge up, book a flight get ya mileage up Bitch nigga... [Chorus] [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] I'm a start off with these four bars I'm in a barbie at a sports bar I'm rockin' gold balls, whoop your ass with this crowbar I'm like "Oh Boy, catch your girl off that rebound" Fix her hair up, get her a re-do Just my car out that paint shop, so I guess that's a mothafuckin re-coupe Let me demonstrate, gotta think about it before I go on a dinner date Might eat a rich bitch, yes I got me expensive taste Got my pockets on full, stomach on full, gun on full, I got full coverage Niggas don't know the full story, I'm smokin on gas, full service Money talk, true story, if you don't got none then don't say shit Banana clips going ape shit, if you don't make money you don't make sense I got gold on my bracelet, got ya girlfriend chasing it Bust a nut in her mouth, so now she can baby sit [Chorus] [Outro: J Cole] This liquor I've been sippin' got me kissing all these models And I might not see tomorrow, I might not see tomorrow Please don't tell my momma I spent tuition on these bottles Just to pay back all these loans man we gon' have to hit the lotto'