Talk! (feat. Jr. Rhodes)

Walking down the street fucking bitches everyday They don't wanna talk But they know I'm getting paid I just wanna get the money, living every day Ya I want it all But this diamonds on my face Ooo I wanna ball But this bitch is moving waste She don't wanna call Cause she know I'm getting laid Hit her with a 2-2-3 That's scoping out her face Ooo I want it the brain While it splatter like a paint ya ya I don't wanna fuck w her today Ya I got a bitch But she know I'm running late Gotta get the guala, the money, you know I'm made ya ya I don't wanna do this anyway Pop a zanny and I'm going off in a whip Off on this shit Going off on your bitch She just took the top off, tryna rock with her hips Locking her lips While she Dropping a hint Now she backing on me Macking on me I told that chick to pack her bags Or back it on me I know she into popping tags That's why she want me She here so she can call and brag For banging on me For banging on me She rocking red and white and blue just like a cop car She want a party? Now she partying with rock stars Don't know who she is But damn that ass is crazy Say she only here a week And when I hop up on the beat I said I'm back bitch Bend it back bitch Kneel like Kaepernick, shit You just cap bitch Fuck a freaky girl, nah You a cat fish Time to rap shit It's time to rap shit Ay Better with time Get her with time I said that I'd call her a billion times Im losing my mind In fact I rather be calling her mine Than follow a sign No cap I rather be willing to die Than ready to die Im back And Im making them Pour up Slow up Pour up Slow up (We break it down now we) Pour up Slow up (Break it down ay) Pour up Slow up (We break it down now we) Walking down the street fucking bitches everyday They don't wanna talk But they know I'm getting paid I just wanna get the money, living every day Ya I want it all But this diamonds on my face Ooo I wanna ball But this bitch is moving waste She don't wanna call Cause she know I'm getting laid Hit her with a 2-2-3 That's scoping out her face Ooo I want it the brain While it splatter like a paint ya ya I don't wanna fuck w her today Ya I got a bitch But she know I'm running late Gotta get the guala, the money, you know I'm made ya ya I don't wanna do this anyway Pop a zanny and I'm going off in a whip Off on this shit Going off on your bitch She just took the top off, tryna rock with her hips Locking her lips While she Dropping a hint