Talk About It (feat. Devine Active)
Toast up to the Platinum
Another drink for the album
I got Trey on my track, he's the wave
I got all this money that I saved
I got Big Max with me, he's the safe
I drink the Prosecco all day, but we don't talk about it
She wanna keep me out late, and I can't live without it
Success in life is certainly rented, and it's due every day
Now look at me, I live in the Ridge by the Bay
I can't live without it
But we can talk about it
I know it's a lot, but I know we can talk
I'm living my dream
Baby, lock the door and turn the lights down low
Aye your boy back with the stupid flow
And your girls in my car, yeah she a nasty hoe
She want to go on a date, but we don't talk about it
Then I pull out that Mac broad day cuz I can't leave without it
I want that steak medium rare, gotta Brunette bitch playing with my hair
And she from Georgia, a sweet Georgia peach
Now she in the bedroom rubbing my feet
Do you think we should keep that part in there?
What bro?
We know that didn't happen
I mean...
I can't live without it
But we can talk about it
I know it's a lot, but I know we can talk
I'm living my dream
I can't even make this shit up
We all know I've got stacks
Racks, facts, slacks, bring it all the way back
We just hopped out of the van
Now we let it hit the fan
We out here from morning to day, but we don't talk about it
My haters arrive to the studio late, and I can laugh about it
Then we hit New York City this late
Another drink for the album
I got Trey on my track, he's the wave
I got all this money that I saved
I got Big Max with me, he's the safe
I drink the Prosecco all day, but we don't talk about it
She wanna keep me out late, and I can't live without it
Success in life is certainly rented, and it's due every day
Now look at me, I live in the Ridge by the Bay
I can't live without it
But we can talk about it
I know it's a lot, but I know we can talk
I'm living my dream
Baby, lock the door and turn the lights down low
Aye your boy back with the stupid flow
And your girls in my car, yeah she a nasty hoe
She want to go on a date, but we don't talk about it
Then I pull out that Mac broad day cuz I can't leave without it
I want that steak medium rare, gotta Brunette bitch playing with my hair
And she from Georgia, a sweet Georgia peach
Now she in the bedroom rubbing my feet
Do you think we should keep that part in there?
What bro?
We know that didn't happen
I mean...
I can't live without it
But we can talk about it
I know it's a lot, but I know we can talk
I'm living my dream
I can't even make this shit up
We all know I've got stacks
Racks, facts, slacks, bring it all the way back
We just hopped out of the van
Now we let it hit the fan
We out here from morning to day, but we don't talk about it
My haters arrive to the studio late, and I can laugh about it
Then we hit New York City this late
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