Talk To Me Nice
She like the way I be ballin' That's why she callin' my phone, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talk to me nice, uh Damn, or don't talk to me at all, bitch
She like the way I be ballin' That's why she callin' my phone, yeah
I'm on my own, uh Damn, I might bend, but I won't fold
She gon' do what she was told Niggas be wocky, just leave me alone
You know that Franchy be ruthless, I can't be fuckin' with goofies
She like the way I be movin' She give me brain like I'm stupid
Fuckin' with me, leave you toothless, uh And I just be countin' up blessings
Like I just be countin' the bag Niggas be talkin' that shit
They could suck on this dick that I'm never ever gon' have
I do my dance, choppa, go and make him dance Fuck on your bitch, she a fan
Runnin' up these bands, I can't fuck with the romance
I need my cash in advance My body different, don't get all up in your
feelings I told you that I wasn't with it
I get the bag and I flip it I cannot miss it
I'm feelin' like I'm Scottie Pippen, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talk to me nice, uh Damn, or don't talk to me at all, bitch
She like the way I be ballin' That's why she callin' my phone, yeah
I'm on my own, uh Damn, I might bend, but I won't fold
She gon' do what she was told Niggas be wocky, just leave me alone
And I just be countin' the blessings Like I just be countin' the bag
Niggas be talkin' that shit they could suck on this dick that I'm never ever gon' have
And I don't know why you go switch it up She give me brain when I'm lookin' up
Fuckin' with me is you stupid, uh I do this shit on the regular
Fuck is you tellin' her I got your bitch on my cellular
Uh, and the beat go, huh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Talk to me nice, uh
Damn, or don't talk to me at all, bitch She like the way I be ballin
That's why she callin' my phone, yeah I'm on my own, uh
Damn, I might bend, but I won't fold She gon' do what she was told
Niggas be wocky, just leave me alone And I just be countin' up blessings
Like I just be countin' the bag Niggas be talkin' that shit
They could suck on this dick that I'm never ever gon' have
And I don't know why you go switch it up She give me brain when I'm lookin' up
Fuckin' with me is you stupid, I do this shit on the regular
Fuck is you tellin' her I got your bitch on my cellular
Uh
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talk to me nice, uh Damn, or don't talk to me at all, bitch
She like the way I be ballin' That's why she callin' my phone, yeah
I'm on my own, uh Damn, I might bend, but I won't fold
She gon' do what she was told Niggas be wocky, just leave me alone
You know that Franchy be ruthless, I can't be fuckin' with goofies
She like the way I be movin' She give me brain like I'm stupid
Fuckin' with me, leave you toothless, uh And I just be countin' up blessings
Like I just be countin' the bag Niggas be talkin' that shit
They could suck on this dick that I'm never ever gon' have
I do my dance, choppa, go and make him dance Fuck on your bitch, she a fan
Runnin' up these bands, I can't fuck with the romance
I need my cash in advance My body different, don't get all up in your
feelings I told you that I wasn't with it
I get the bag and I flip it I cannot miss it
I'm feelin' like I'm Scottie Pippen, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talk to me nice, uh Damn, or don't talk to me at all, bitch
She like the way I be ballin' That's why she callin' my phone, yeah
I'm on my own, uh Damn, I might bend, but I won't fold
She gon' do what she was told Niggas be wocky, just leave me alone
And I just be countin' the blessings Like I just be countin' the bag
Niggas be talkin' that shit they could suck on this dick that I'm never ever gon' have
And I don't know why you go switch it up She give me brain when I'm lookin' up
Fuckin' with me is you stupid, uh I do this shit on the regular
Fuck is you tellin' her I got your bitch on my cellular
Uh, and the beat go, huh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah Talk to me nice, uh
Damn, or don't talk to me at all, bitch She like the way I be ballin
That's why she callin' my phone, yeah I'm on my own, uh
Damn, I might bend, but I won't fold She gon' do what she was told
Niggas be wocky, just leave me alone And I just be countin' up blessings
Like I just be countin' the bag Niggas be talkin' that shit
They could suck on this dick that I'm never ever gon' have
And I don't know why you go switch it up She give me brain when I'm lookin' up
Fuckin' with me is you stupid, I do this shit on the regular
Fuck is you tellin' her I got your bitch on my cellular
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Writer(s): Franshesca Mercedes
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