TTMN!
Talk to me nice, and I'm cuffin' He said he with it, but he bluffin
Just looked on my wrist, and my diamonds keep bustin
Just bought her a bag, and she called me her husband
I get the green, I'm talkin' my picolo
She wanted me, cause I get the money, tho
They said I was broke, and I didn't have nothin
Just talk to me nice, and I'll come show you somethin
I get the racks, no doubt
She came to the crib, and she opened her mouth
My pockets be big, while your shit is a drought
He talkin' on me, we gon' kick him right out
Send him to the sky, man, I feel like a preacher
Remember the time I was sleepin' on bleacher
They said I was ugly, I look like a creature
I'm makin' this money, now they wanna feature
Step, Step she like the way that I step
Technical foul, I feel like a ref
Ballin' so hard, like I play for the Nets
He talkin' down, we gon' take off his cap
Niggas be phony, they cappin' they raps
I heard your music, that shit really trash
I need me the sample, let's run it right back
Talk to me nice, and I'm cuffin
He said he with it, but he bluffed
Just looked at my wrist and my diamonds keep bluffed
Just bought her a bag and she called me her husband
I get the green, I not talkin bout picolo
She wanted me, cause I get the money, though
They said I was broke and I didn't have nothin
Just talk to me nice and I'll come show you somethin
Just looked on my wrist, and my diamonds keep bustin
Just bought her a bag, and she called me her husband
I get the green, I'm talkin' my picolo
She wanted me, cause I get the money, tho
They said I was broke, and I didn't have nothin
Just talk to me nice, and I'll come show you somethin
I get the racks, no doubt
She came to the crib, and she opened her mouth
My pockets be big, while your shit is a drought
He talkin' on me, we gon' kick him right out
Send him to the sky, man, I feel like a preacher
Remember the time I was sleepin' on bleacher
They said I was ugly, I look like a creature
I'm makin' this money, now they wanna feature
Step, Step she like the way that I step
Technical foul, I feel like a ref
Ballin' so hard, like I play for the Nets
He talkin' down, we gon' take off his cap
Niggas be phony, they cappin' they raps
I heard your music, that shit really trash
I need me the sample, let's run it right back
Talk to me nice, and I'm cuffin
He said he with it, but he bluffed
Just looked at my wrist and my diamonds keep bluffed
Just bought her a bag and she called me her husband
I get the green, I not talkin bout picolo
She wanted me, cause I get the money, though
They said I was broke and I didn't have nothin
Just talk to me nice and I'll come show you somethin
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Writer(s): Marvin Baptiste
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