Talk My Shit
Ok Yeah, uhhh
The AC logo with the big face
I bought a building what's a rolex, shitface?
House on Hill in a beast space,
Couple years a couple mill spill out my briefcase
Couple millys still sleepin on my waist, you leave laced
Cause If they up, they gon cause your wake
Just to rake it costs a thousand, my yard big as houseman
Mass Mutual calling boy I'm fucking up the counting
Fill my cup up out a money fountain,
She mad I'm spending mountains like its raining thousands
I aint grow up with extra, what's a fuckin accountant?
I lose it all, Ima be cool, and fluff up these ounces
Bout to switch spouses, she can have this shit
Go to the lab cook up another house, brick by brick
Now Watch me pull that switch,
Watch me George Gervin nigga finger roll that bitch
Catch the gold I pitch
Just let me talk my shit
Had a mural out in Lyon
I'ma talk my shit
Just Lemme talk my shit
Let the whip park itself
While I talk my shit
Just let me talk my shit
I flick ashes at the chateau
I'ma talk my shit!
Just let me talk my shit
I Got the ruger laser equipped
I'ma talk my shit!
Smoke a L out front from the well I'll stunt
I spat pelican brief raps, black sheik on the Hunt
I know a couple Gs leave you leakin and run
The heat'll preach to ya, have ya speaking in tongues
I'll let him, sing a hymn first to the beat of the drum,
It's worship They put the Wolf of Ward Street back in the pulpit
Exquisite Limestone floors to crack ya skull with
Fine black quartz countertops, you counterfeit'
You countin shit, pppshhh I put a pound on it
Matter fact naw I put the house on it!
I'm playing with you pussies, no blouse on it
Got them coyotes on your head, ready to pounce on it
Now you leak out, while I'm in the greenhouse eatin ramens,
I gaslit the fire to rake the coals off my diamonds
Til I'm in THE DBX, flying' like Grandma Stella,
Or screamin viva Colombia out of the taxi window
Just let me talk my shit
Worked too hard for this
Let me talk my shit yeah
Yo lemme talk my shit
The work got no skips
Let me talk my shit yeah
Just Lemme talk my shit
Got the new crib with the stick
Ima talk my shit!
Just let me talk my shit
I got the ruger laser equipped
Ima talk my shit!
Just let me talk my
Worked too hard for this
Ima talk my shit
Yo lemme talk my shit
Let the whip park itself
Grew these trees in a tent
Lemme talk my shit
The AC logo with the big face
I bought a building what's a rolex, shitface?
House on Hill in a beast space,
Couple years a couple mill spill out my briefcase
Couple millys still sleepin on my waist, you leave laced
Cause If they up, they gon cause your wake
Just to rake it costs a thousand, my yard big as houseman
Mass Mutual calling boy I'm fucking up the counting
Fill my cup up out a money fountain,
She mad I'm spending mountains like its raining thousands
I aint grow up with extra, what's a fuckin accountant?
I lose it all, Ima be cool, and fluff up these ounces
Bout to switch spouses, she can have this shit
Go to the lab cook up another house, brick by brick
Now Watch me pull that switch,
Watch me George Gervin nigga finger roll that bitch
Catch the gold I pitch
Just let me talk my shit
Had a mural out in Lyon
I'ma talk my shit
Just Lemme talk my shit
Let the whip park itself
While I talk my shit
Just let me talk my shit
I flick ashes at the chateau
I'ma talk my shit!
Just let me talk my shit
I Got the ruger laser equipped
I'ma talk my shit!
Smoke a L out front from the well I'll stunt
I spat pelican brief raps, black sheik on the Hunt
I know a couple Gs leave you leakin and run
The heat'll preach to ya, have ya speaking in tongues
I'll let him, sing a hymn first to the beat of the drum,
It's worship They put the Wolf of Ward Street back in the pulpit
Exquisite Limestone floors to crack ya skull with
Fine black quartz countertops, you counterfeit'
You countin shit, pppshhh I put a pound on it
Matter fact naw I put the house on it!
I'm playing with you pussies, no blouse on it
Got them coyotes on your head, ready to pounce on it
Now you leak out, while I'm in the greenhouse eatin ramens,
I gaslit the fire to rake the coals off my diamonds
Til I'm in THE DBX, flying' like Grandma Stella,
Or screamin viva Colombia out of the taxi window
Just let me talk my shit
Worked too hard for this
Let me talk my shit yeah
Yo lemme talk my shit
The work got no skips
Let me talk my shit yeah
Just Lemme talk my shit
Got the new crib with the stick
Ima talk my shit!
Just let me talk my shit
I got the ruger laser equipped
Ima talk my shit!
Just let me talk my
Worked too hard for this
Ima talk my shit
Yo lemme talk my shit
Let the whip park itself
Grew these trees in a tent
Lemme talk my shit
Credits
Writer(s): Erik Stephens, Justin Cross
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