Talk
Alright put the money in the bag put it in
Hahaha
The streets gone talk before you make a move
Amma stay up on my groove
What's the move?
If money talks then I'm on autotune
I don't give a fuck bout you I'm on a move
No strikes of luck all my stripes stuck
Hit a lick or set it up bust a move
Man most these hittas they just talk tough
Picture when they cross us clear room
They don't want no smoke
They don't want no beef
Yeah but na lemme hit you with some real shit real quick
Cause you know it's all about the cash
It ain't about these hoes nigga listen skrilla
Hit a jugg nigga hit a lick
Cut them ties with that basic bitch
Keep clientele under alias
Fuck a rubber she gone slurp and digest this
Bust a nut and leave real niggas in her pancreas
Fly out for a show best believe that replace it
She basic that's why I don't cut her when her face lift
No naked denim on linen mean while she sucking
I scribble the picture no kindergarten
Beg your pardon? it's clearly clear to you that I be balling
You falling so you can be ma boo until the morning
I'm charming and you are super cute
Let's make the moment a moment
But that's all up to you you dig
Just regardless amma still run it up
Amma still have that cash know what I'm saying
They be talking
Most of these hittas they just be talking re-rocking
Painting a picture that they be dreaming then holding
Onto the lie that you believed in you leaning
I just caught my balance from my demons
They be talking
Most of these hittas they just be talking re-rocking
Painting a picture that they be dreaming then holding
Onto the lie that you believed in you leaning
I just caught my balance from my demons
You fiending dopamine I'm on that gasoline
Might pop a bean colored green smoking on that Russian Creme
Fuck you mean?
Like really what the fuck you mean dog?
It's it's the cash fault
Kick back Loc back with a fat ass bitch rolling up some loud pack
Damn bout to have a asthma attack
Damn smoking I got cataract
The way my eyes getting so red
Breaking bread we fed
Pull up you can catch some led
I don't need no street cred
You dig you dig know what I'm saying man
I been working a whole lot right now
I been getting supported by all my niggas
And right now I don't really think I'm finna stop
I know I know everybody hating
I know some people loving
To be honest I don't give a fuck
I never had a rich uncle or a trapping cousin so
It's all on me and the team just know we only in for the green
Hahaha
The streets gone talk before you make a move
Amma stay up on my groove
What's the move?
If money talks then I'm on autotune
I don't give a fuck bout you I'm on a move
No strikes of luck all my stripes stuck
Hit a lick or set it up bust a move
Man most these hittas they just talk tough
Picture when they cross us clear room
They don't want no smoke
They don't want no beef
Yeah but na lemme hit you with some real shit real quick
Cause you know it's all about the cash
It ain't about these hoes nigga listen skrilla
Hit a jugg nigga hit a lick
Cut them ties with that basic bitch
Keep clientele under alias
Fuck a rubber she gone slurp and digest this
Bust a nut and leave real niggas in her pancreas
Fly out for a show best believe that replace it
She basic that's why I don't cut her when her face lift
No naked denim on linen mean while she sucking
I scribble the picture no kindergarten
Beg your pardon? it's clearly clear to you that I be balling
You falling so you can be ma boo until the morning
I'm charming and you are super cute
Let's make the moment a moment
But that's all up to you you dig
Just regardless amma still run it up
Amma still have that cash know what I'm saying
They be talking
Most of these hittas they just be talking re-rocking
Painting a picture that they be dreaming then holding
Onto the lie that you believed in you leaning
I just caught my balance from my demons
They be talking
Most of these hittas they just be talking re-rocking
Painting a picture that they be dreaming then holding
Onto the lie that you believed in you leaning
I just caught my balance from my demons
You fiending dopamine I'm on that gasoline
Might pop a bean colored green smoking on that Russian Creme
Fuck you mean?
Like really what the fuck you mean dog?
It's it's the cash fault
Kick back Loc back with a fat ass bitch rolling up some loud pack
Damn bout to have a asthma attack
Damn smoking I got cataract
The way my eyes getting so red
Breaking bread we fed
Pull up you can catch some led
I don't need no street cred
You dig you dig know what I'm saying man
I been working a whole lot right now
I been getting supported by all my niggas
And right now I don't really think I'm finna stop
I know I know everybody hating
I know some people loving
To be honest I don't give a fuck
I never had a rich uncle or a trapping cousin so
It's all on me and the team just know we only in for the green
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Writer(s): Chad Dickson
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