My Language

Talking my language with that money, fuck that broke shit
Ain't no nigga getting off with my old bitch
Play time over, got to show them that I'm focused
Reach yo hand over here and take the whole clip
Talking my language with that money, fuck that broke shit
Ain't no nigga getting off with my old bitch
Play time over, got to show them that I'm focused
Reach yo hand over here and take the whole clip

Yea, niggas eating hoes I wouldn't stab with a fork
Said it was beef, how that shit turn into pork
Smell that Dior on me, turn into a water resort
Pushing pounds my niggas boosting up they scouting report
They say he the baby, but he talk so fluid
That price for that, you damn near paying a Ewing
Damn near vomit off these percs I'm chewing
Gone be broke yo whole life, what you sitting round doing
Niggas want the spot light, I just played the background
She just want to fuck me off the fact that I rap now
It can get real ugly give a fuck about my nice smile
They did everything to keep me down Niggas like how
Bankroll big enough to solve all my problems
Would've put you on with a bag but you childish
Throwing up the set if you ain't gang, then get from round us
Been then got to banging choppas till they all unresponsive
I know ah bitch for me she make me happy as that money do
Until then after I fuck bitch I ain't really stunting you
Load in we in the south, be there for a month or two
Rental hot as hell at hertz tryna hop in something new
Don't press my buttons lil bitch it can get ugly
Not the type you can say anything to don't say you love me
What I spent on my shoes it was like 7,8 hundred
Spikes on 'em at the bottom feeling like I'm base running

Talking my language with that money, fuck that broke shit
Ain't no nigga getting off with my old bitch
Play time over, got to show them that I'm focused
Reach yo hand over here and take the whole clip
Talking my language with that money, fuck that broke shit
Ain't no nigga getting off with my old bitch
Play time over, got to show them that I'm focused
Reach yo hand over here and take the whole clip

Fuck a Mr. Nice guy
Speak on bro you gone die
We ain't shooting at the clouds, up this bitch you hear ahhh
Keep running up the score, niggas saying it's a tie
Click clack boom ba, tell me what it is now



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Writer(s): Javion Owen
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