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Talk Expensive

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Talk Expensive was released on February 20, 2026 by Atlantic Records as a part of the album Da Realest

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OVERVIEW

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Babyfxce E

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Efrem Jamar Blackwell

Efrem Jamar Blackwell

Songwriter

Martian Parker

Songwriter

Nicolas Moore

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Kevin “No Credit” Spencer

Mixing Engineer

1800init

Producer

Shekthisyours

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Tch, yeah

Huh, uh, bitch

(1800 for you)

(Ayo, Shek, this yours?)

Uh

[Verse 1]

Tss, what up, 1800?

If I got on your ass, it's 'bout respect or 'bout some money

It'll never be 'bout a bitch, bro, I got like a hundred

Ridin' in a whip that's satin black, bro, you ain't gon' see us comin'

Huh, it's matchin' with the SHDWS

She came Chanely kicks to match it with her Alo

I'm finna give dukes a 100K 'cause that's my backbone

She taught me never punch a bitch, but you can still get smacked, though

Smack down, beat her shit until her back broke

Thousand-dollar clothes, they got holes, so I'll just act broke

They don't even know this ERD, let 'em nap, though

Finna rock the Micro Drac' today, bro, grab my fat coat

Fat clothes, I ain't fat, though, it's just my gun big

Doin' donuts in a Jailbreak until the tires slick

This bitch ain't never goin' nowhere and I ain't even buy her shit

I make sure that everybody get the belt just like the flight attendants, tss (Huh, huh, huh)

Check dog that's in the stu', bro, he too quiet with it

Just know I'ma work my stick, lil' ****, I'm dyin' with it

Finally old enough to grab a pole, I still can't buy them bitches

Mm, bitch, 'cause I'm still fightin' shit

'Bout to tell my chain, "Chill out, you gettin' too loud again"

****, I always got some money, I never had a problem with it

Gettin' my script from granny, that's the only time I pop them bitches

Drop a deuce inside that Sprite and now my pop is twisted

Glock keep fallin' down my pants 'cause ain't no drawstring in 'em

Gotta pull up with somethin' more than a 'Cat 'cause I'll still walk them bitches

Gotta give me some pape' to hop on your songs and I'll come walk them bitches

Everything I talk expensive, everything I bought expensive

Every bitch get what they want, that's if I'm really fuckin' with you

I was in the trap helpin' the boys, don't come check them bitches

If my **** blow, you gon' get poked, gang 'nem pufferfish

Grown **** was hatin' on me, now they ass can't touch the kid

People know me overseas, ****, not just in fuckin' Flint

I been standin' on business, ****, don't ask when I'ma bust my wrist

****, I'm still up shit, I can cop a new kit and bust my bitch

[Outro]

Huh, huh

****, I'm still up shit, I can cop a new kit and bust my bitch

You know?

Da Realest

Written by: Efrem Jamar Blackwell, Martian Parker, Nicolas Moore

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