All Talk

Okay, okay, yeah (okay, okay)
Okay, okay, yeah (okay, okay)
Okay, okay, yeah (okay, okay)
Okay, okay, yeah (okay, okay)

Singin', I feel like I'm New Edition
I've been countin' that money, addition
You been creating lies, a fiction
Everybody all talk, they don't listen
Oh, that boy want the smoke, he want friction
Oh, that girl suck that dick, love my diction
I know you wanna be me, I'm addictin'
Can't stop that shit, I'm on a mission

No, no, no, no
Hop in that coupe, I'm on go
I know that you don't want me as a foe
She want to fuck with me, know I'ma blow
I'm watchin' my back, I stay on my toes
I'm stayin', stay with my gang and my bros
You bangin', but we know you ain't on go
I'm steppin', steppin' on necks and on throats
I'm watchin', know I've been takin' some notes

Cuttin' her off, like bitch, you're too toxic
Sayin' you hard, but that shit is nonsense
All on my page, I know that you watchin'
Wanna be me, I know that you stalkin', yeah
Tryna mess with the kid 'cause I start gettin' poppin'
I'm in the studio, know that I'm locked in
Doin' this shit 'cause I don't got an option
Makin' the list, well I'm in the top ten

And no, don't try to say that I'm braggin'
Breathin' fire, I feel like a dragon
Said I'm crazy, they said I'm a mad man
Smoke a blunt, no, I don't need a dab pen
Not a game, no, this shit is not Madden
Money only go up, not of a sudden
Walk inside of the store and I'm cashin' out
You say that you hard, let's see what you about

Oh, what did he say?
Better get back, better stay away
Need to get in line, you better behave
I know you scared, boy, I know you afraid
People really tryna say that I changed
Fuck the money, bitch, I don't need the fame
No matter what, I'll always be the same
I never cared what these motherfuckers have to say

'Cause they do not even matter, oh
I'm counting all the money
I'm 'bout to put cheese and bread on my platter, oh
Smokin' a blunt to numb all my pain
And that boy a nub, I know he a lame
Don't try to say that I'm not the same
Getting bad energy out of my brain, yeah

Nine-hundred, I just got some new sneakers
You gon' pay an arm and a leg for this feature
Get on stage and scream like I am a preacher
Talkin' to the kids, I feel like the teacher
Remember cryin', I had tears on my t-shirt
Do what you want, give a fuck what they say
If you got a dream, then do it today
If you got a passion, then don't be afraid

Never fit in, don't fit in the classroom
Remember hidin' from class in the bathroom
You can say that we friends, but we not really friends
Bitch, I know that you won't be there for me in the end
I might call up Jenna, I might hop in the Benz
I don't know how much money I wanna spend
I don't want your girl 'cause she is not a ten
I do not wan' talk, so do not press send

Put all my money inside of the bag
And I walk in that bitch wearin' Raf, yeah
You really be tryin' to say I'm not hard
But we all know that that shit is cap, yeah
You talk about me, got my name in your mouth
Boy, I already know that you mad, yeah
If I'm bein' real honest, I'm gettin' real hungry
You might as well open a tab, yeah

Bitch, I'm runnin' like a relay, oh, I got him in his feelings
Everybody wanna leave my life, everybody leaving
I've been seeing all the fakes, yeah, they really is revealing
You've been lyin' to my face, all your lies, they unreeling
Girls saying I'm appealing but my heart's still healing
You can talk, talk, talk, but it's real hard believing
Switchin' up like the seasons, you don't even got a reason
Broke all of my trust, yeah, you cannot change me

Singin', I feel like I'm New Edition
I've been countin' that money, addition
You been creating lies, a fiction
Everybody all talk, they don't listen
Oh, that boy want the smoke, he want friction
Oh, that girl suck that dick, love my diction
I know you wanna be me, I'm addictin'
Can't stop that shit, I'm on a mission



Credits
Writer(s): Tobias Dekker, Anton Martin Mendo, Edgar Nathaniel Sarratt Iii, Logan Brian Cartwright
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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