Lyrics:
tell me As-salamu alaykum when I'm in Dubai
I hit the Gucci store just to go get me some slides
They too busy talkin' bout me but I'm getting mine
They
keepin' it faced up
I got tens, twenties, fifties, but I only want hunnids
Talkin' money you know that I love it
We not talkin' money then let's change
nineteen, yeah
Rice, we pull up with chops' and sticks but we don't eat rice
All I see is red up in the sky, ain't talkin' Thrice
Ice, all this frozen water
Uh huh, I'm flexed up
I'm next up, she keep givin that neck up
That's because I'm pressure
Niggas keep talkin that talk, that don't affect us
My
white tee for the fit
They be hatin', talkin' down on the click
But my game laced so I never trip
And my eyes bloodshot from the zip
But these hunnids all
what you said
(Tell em what up)
Oh okay okay fasho
Shut up
They call me some scissors cus the way I'm known to cut up
They been talkin reckless, but I'm
talkin' bout fuck me and some more shit
Don't usually do melodies I really love this rap shit
Be spittin' lines that all these hoes be usin' for they
you're talkin' 'bout
And I'm not one to back down
You called me around 3am
Sayin' "I need you next to me,
I'm not wearing anything"
With one cheek
On my momma
Call my nigga Ry
Cause you know
He a shotta
Niggas running from the smoke
And that's the problem
You was talkin now you hiding
Imma find em
ain't talking Benjamin's then why the fuck we talkin nigga
Or shit .. call me lil miss shut the hoes up
Lil miss take yo clothes off, make em put his pole
Okay, okay, it's cheese but nigga I ain't no rat
Talkin bout my green, (Talkin' bout my green!) uh
Uh
Like, "Ayo, Z!" (Uh huh)
"Why these niggas talkin
Walk around town with my jeans full of money
Mouth full of diamonds
Bentley got power
These niggas hating on me and they talkin that shit
Walk into the fuckin' party with my motherfuckin' Glock
Pussy boy talkin' all that shit he gon' hear two damn pops
One gon' hit him in his head
60k, that's all on my wrist, wrist
Better watch your girl, she want me to send her dick pics
I'ma hit a trick on that bitch, not talkin rip stick
Skater
Yeah
Well alright
MZH
The Villain
Yeah
Stay ballin hard
No NBA
If you ain't talkin money
Can't conversate
Love how she fit in them jeans
Got plenty
seen a white boy in the trap
If you talkin on me we gon take you off the map
And I ain’t ever fuckin cap in my mother fuckin rap
Like damn baby is you
We live and direct y'all, we live and direct
We talkin' 'bout
I'm talkin' 'bout it's that Holy Spirit in the building
I'm talkin' 'bout
No gettin'
where the hell could you go
I don't know
But we finna have it tore up
Watch out
Niggas tryna see what the ops bout
I ain't tryna see what you talkin' bout
cool
Keep going
Big dawg
They love it when that money
Come in blue
Big dawg
They talkin on my name
But shit ain't true
Still counting racks and you know
the gang
M.O.B. that's the crew
You ain't talkin' no money, you ain't talkin' to me
You ain't talkin' blues
Runitup sellout, that's my brand, that's my name
(Let that shit ride, Eighty 8)
I keep my distance, everybody try to play the victim
She talkin' feelings, sometimes I don't know if I listen
Not with
shady
Shawty gon' throw it back and I ain't talkin bout brady
All my dogs aggressive like they got rabies
Only like Xannies, shit got me hazy
Oops acting
I'ma go ahead and tell you this shit can get dangerous
Fuck these niggas sis, man go get you some money
Cause they gone fuck you over bitch, I'm talkin
And I got up out the mud, sluts fuck for a quick buck
Ain't talkin' 'bout mines, I'm talkin' 'bout yours
Never gon' mourn, I don't feel no remorse
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