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That nigga ain't that great don't believe the hype
What You Talkin About
That nigga can't switch flows just one trick
What You Talkin About
That nigga he been broke he ain't getting money
What You Talkin About
Real talk What You Talkin About
If It Ain't Money Nothing To Talk About
That nigga ain't bag her that's my chick
What You Talkin About
That nigga don't own that he be leasing shit
What You Talkin About
That nigga don't write shit he be paying ghost
What You Talkin About
Real talk What You Talkin About
If It Ain't Money Nothing To Talk About

Hands up little nigga I fight fair nothing for us to talk about
Or the gun that I got handed down from my favorite unc make you walk it out
All these dogs crack me up no real bite just fucking bark
Swimming in your favorite hoe with the deep strokes I'm Daddy shark
Y'all niggas like baby momma drama please don't start
Y'all niggas just being do a lot y'all ain't shit just loud farts
Y'all Paul Blarts y'all mall cops
And I'm on point with these bar darts
Y'all sour heads y'all been tart and I don't forget like book marks
Haters being loving to hate so I just get laughs like Kev Hart
Remember back getting paid minimum wage lining up shopping carts
Was hating life cause shit was getting real ugly Picasso art

I had move smarter I have to go harder
Was dreading this shit like Hey Mr. Carter
I had a real talk like Luke Im your father
Stop benching your talent your pen is a starter
Flipped mindset like swanton bombs off that top rope
I been dope and I been broke I've lossed lives I still cope
I get by cause my hoes they roll up and deep throat
Then roll up and deep throat then roll up and deep throat
My bad that's your girl real talk once I'm done you can have her back
I ain't know my G so bro relax I don't fight after hoes like a thunder cat
She was riding my dick and all of that
Doing ueys all up on my cul da sac
Made her bite that pillow and fade to black

Put my thumb in her butt like a rumble pack
Maybe TMI like an almanac
Cause I'm drunk off the Remy like I'm next to Pap
Now I'm exhausted she laid up on me
But this chick got more rounds in her like LMG's
Damn you should've seen her cause you can't see me
She be making a nigga cum quick like LMNOP
Now she dancing naked in my room like the Batusi
I love this shit but it's time to flee
When the money calls got a place be
She look me in the eye will I see you again
I said Ma this was fun but please let's not pretend
I'll leave you some flashbacks cause your man want me dead
If you see him before me please tell him I said

That nigga ain't that great don't believe the hype
What You Talkin About
That nigga can't switch flows just one trick
What You Talkin About
That nigga he been broke he ain't getting money
What You Talkin About
Real talk What You Talkin About
If It Ain't Money Nothing To Talk About
That nigga ain't bag her that's my chick
What You Talkin About
That nigga don't own that he be leasing shit
What You Talkin About
That nigga don't write shit he be paying ghost
What You Talkin About
Real talk What You Talkin About
If It Ain't Money Nothing To Talk About



Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Cooper Jr.
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