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Ay
All I do is talk shit, fuck hoes and get money
Never paid for nudes my rooms a fans only
All I do is talk shit, fuck hoes and get money
Never paid for nudes my rooms a fans only

(Aye) Beezy baby I don't lack keep that blicky on me
Glock 19 with a feat it got 50 on it
Double b chain on my neck, I spent benji's on it
Designer belt wrapped around the strap oh it's fendi on it
Niggas think because we cool they my fucking homies
I ain't never ran from shit, I'm going out like Tony
Click full of Cleo's & all I see is Stony's
Flight gang the family circle small I don't hang with phony's
Rat bitch on my line, because I'm litty now
They thought I'll be broke forever her man envy now
All they do is gossip when they see me they Wendy now
Bitches in the A love me, yea I start frenzy's now
I'm feeling like that nigga you couldn't stop me if you tried
Yo bitch say you ain't shit, she looking at me like I'm god
Ain't no virgins in my circle all my niggas got bodies
I'll make a nigga famous they comparing me to Kylie

All I do is talk shit, fuck hoes, and get money
I ain't never ran from shit, I stand on it
Never paid for nudes my rooms a fans only
I ain't cuffing shit, I'm thinking bout bands only
All I do is talk shit, fuck hoes, and get money
I ain't never ran from shit, I stand on it
Never paid for nudes my rooms a fans only
I ain't cuffing shit, I'm thinking bout bands only

Money on that counter we got money on the tables
I'm on, I'm plugged in the socket like I'm cable
Bout my bread leave a hole in him like a bagel
I'm my own artist rich ambition that's the label
Told me be careful keep the work in yo socks
Always be aware of yo surroundings and watch out for the cops
Yea it might sound crazy got the game from my pops
& I'll send a hundred & fifty if we talking bout shots
Got 3 Glocks, 1 AR I'm big stepper
2 plugs 1 black, 1 white I'm playing checkers
Got them AK's & AR's my favorite letters
Dog food came hard broke it down to lemon pepper
Told my brother it's you and me, reunite the squad call that unity
Get caught when we sweeping them street, we call that truancy
Four chains hanging from
My neck, hoes like who is he?
Got them big stones in that face, that's a jubilee

All I do is talk shit, fuck hoes, and get money
I ain't never ran from shit, I stand on it
Never paid for nudes my rooms a fans only
I ain't cuffing shit, I'm thinking bout bands only
All I do is talk shit, fuck hoes, and get money
I ain't never ran from shit, I stand on it
Never paid for nudes my rooms a fans only
I ain't cuffing shit, I'm thinking bout bands only
(Yes sir)



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Writer(s): James Allen
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