Whenever I Talk!
Uh Yeah
They wanna be me
But they can never be me
Im getting the green
Im getting like all of the money Im getting like all of the cheese
He all on his page posting like all of this cash but none of that money is his
I promise you this that boy is not what he seems that boy is really a bitch
Whenever I talk you know I be speaking them facts
Do you know who you're talking to cause girl I got all of them racks
I got an AR sike but I got me a mac you know I be shooting it back
Yo girl on my phone she under all of my comments you know that she want me to smash
I ain't gon smash cause my bitch she is too bad
All of these hoes finna unfollow I know I got all of them mad
This off of the dome I do not right this shit down dont need a pen or a pad
Yeah I got it
In my wallet
That boy ain't got no fucking money need to stop it
I just seen a new fit right at Sak's I gotta cop It
Comme des garçon all on my body yeah we stylish
Just like destroy lonely yeah we got no stylist
Let me push this hellcat all the way lets see the milage
The way that bitch be giving brain gotta check her knowledge
Im off that 1942 yeah it got me wilding (ooh)
They wanna be me
But they can never be me
Im getting the green
Im getting like all of the money Im getting like all of the cheese
He all on his page posting like all of this cash but none of that money is his
I promise you this that boy is not what he seems that boy is really a bitch
Whenever I talk you know I be speaking them facts
Do you know who you're talking to cause girl I got all of them racks
I got an AR sike but I got me a mac you know I be shooting it back
Yo girl on my phone she under all of my comments you know that she want me to smash
I ain't gon smash cause my bitch she is too bad
All of these hoes finna unfollow I know I got all of them mad
This off of the dome I do not right this shit down dont need a pen or a pad
Yeah I got it
In my wallet
That boy ain't got no fucking money need to stop it
I just seen a new fit right at Sak's I gotta cop It
Comme des garçon all on my body yeah we stylish
Just like destroy lonely yeah we got no stylist
Let me push this hellcat all the way lets see the milage
The way that bitch be giving brain gotta check her knowledge
Im off that 1942 yeah it got me wilding (ooh)
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Writer(s): Isaac Mendoza
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