Guap Talk

Cartel (Cartel, cartel, cartel)

If you ain't got no money baby that's an issue
I got diamonds on my neck, I got them on my wrist too
Haters cryin' cause they know I'm winning, here's a tissue
Balling on you niggas, yeah I hit you wit' a swish
Ooo, pull up in Givenchy and the Lou too
Stop ya' talkin' before I pop you wit' a stick fool.
When I pull up I like to lean it to the side
I can go fast, baby I like to fly
God damn, look at my ride
Benzo or a big body I cant decide
I'm a champion, I'll be that till I die
Born a star so I'm aiming for the sky

If it ain't about the money save the conversation
I don't hang with broke boys, too much obligation
You say you love me, but I'm seeing all the hatin'
Me and you, yeah we have no correlation

I don't talk unless its bout' guap (Hey)
Niggas wanna hate me, I know I'm about to pop off (Okay)
Drip drip, nigga know I got the agua
I got the bag and I'm making all the commas
I don't talk unless its bout' guap (Hey)
Niggas wanna hate me, I know I'm about to pop off (Okay)
Drip drip, nigga know I got the agua
I got the bag and I'm making all the commas

I got the bag and I'm making all the commas
Ooo nigga yeah I'm hotter than a sauna
Watch ya' mouth yeah you don't know where I come from
Never got the message, probably already dubbed ya'
Probably already dubbed ya'
Niggas snakin' they be slithering under ya'
I just caught my bag heard you already fumbled yours
Yeah I stumbled and I tumbled and I got to the top
I cant believe I'm up

I don't talk unless its bout' guap (Hey)
Niggas wanna hate me, I know I'm about to pop off (Okay)
Drip drip, nigga know I got the agua
I got the bag and I'm making all the commas
I don't talk unless its bout' guap (Hey)
Niggas wanna hate me, I know I'm about to pop off (Okay)
Drip drip, nigga know I got the agua
I got the bag and I'm making all the commas

(SKEET)
(Hey Mou$e wit' a dollar sign)
(Hey, hey, hey)



Credits
Writer(s): Elizabeth Monroe
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