HANDTALK

Bitch you better talk to the hand

Bitch you better talk to the
I got Diadora kicks
Pull up flick wit yo bitch, all smiles on this trip
And she like my aroma
I smell like a champion
And she like my aroma
I smell like a champion

Niggas can't no no dress with all designer shit
I pull up he looking pressed cause I'm finna rock his bitch
I get up in the morning knowing I'ma rock this bitch
Niggas cannot compete yeah I live this music shit
Sounds crazy, hoes crazy yeah I love competing girl
Lemme see how you work it, pull up on me hit a twirl
I got rocket in my socket and its countdown to blow
I put a rocket on T&T then I watch us blow
I love the money and I love the fame
But I never change on her
I put some diamonds in my chain
Now it's 1019 brr
I like the Gucci, Pradadabang
But IDK which one I prefer
I got a rocket, no no takeoff, R.I.P. my dawg fasho
I love rocking out these shows, bitch I do it for my fans
I put max hours in, Y'all niggas do it when you can
I make a whole symphony, straight playing from my hands
I make a hoe scream for me, straight playing from my hands
And if I pull up late best believe my swag on ten
Cause If I pull up late best believe the party begins
And when I pull up late best believe my swag on ten
And if I pull up late bitch your better talk to the hand

Bitch you better talk to the
I got Diadora kicks
Pull up flick wit yo bitch, all smiles on this trip
And she like my aroma, I smell like a champion
And she like my aroma, I smell like a champion



Credits
Writer(s): Lothario Parris
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