Change the Topic

Yuh
(I’m finna talk my shit ya know what I mean)
Ok
Yuh
(They talking they shit, let me just talk my shit)
Yuh

[Chorus]
What I made last week ya said I couldn’t top it
They ain’t even hear the beat and they begging “Joey drop it”
Cuz they know it’s gon' be heat and they know they gon’ rock it
I don’t even gotta speak so let me change the topic

[Verse 1]
It’s the BDE soldier, boy I thought I told ya
Stop sleeping on the boy, wake up and smell the Foldgers
Cuz I ain’t never fold up, I done got my hoes up
Stop hating on the boy and get yo bankroll up
Ya bros gon’ fold, this Glock won’t do it
Oh you tote a pole? But boy you won’t shoot it
Bitch I’m on road, you better get to movin’
Out my way fore I have to go use it
And I have to get ruthless, she suck me like she toothless
Money do the talking and hoe I’m very fluent
Yea bitch I do this, don’t you act foolish
You won’t get a chance like 6ix9ine boy you stupid
Cuz I’m going dummy boy and you a funny boy
I just made a hunnid boy cuz the beat thumpin' boy
808’s jumping boy, sweet just like honey boy
Joey Zen AKA the get money boy

[Chorus]
What I made last week ya said I couldn’t top it
They ain’t even hear the beat and they begging “Joey drop it”
Cuz they know it’s gon' be heat and they know they gon’ rock it
I don’t even gotta speak so let me change the topic

[Verse 2]
And yo bitch yea she know me, she play me on the aux
Oh that be yo brodie? Well his chick call me a boss
Like a TV yea she show me the way she take it off
I’m up to par, no bogey but I’m clubbing like golf
Cuz all I drop is hits and all I make is bangers
You ain’t got no fits, basic shit is on yo hangers
And I’m fucking with yo bitch now you tryna shame her
Boy just get big and don’t be a hater
Heard the devil wear designer well my girl in fashion week
I’m laid back like recliner, shawty rubbing on my feet
But I don’t flip flop, only Gucci slides on my feet
At the very tip top and I ain’t even reach my peak
Cuz I’m rookie of the year something like Doncic
I ain’t got no fears, tryna figure out who God is
I’m going with the flow and following my conscious
But you not talking dough, so quit all the nonsense

[Chorus]
What I made last week ya said I couldn’t top it
They ain’t even hear the beat and they begging “Joey drop it”
Cuz they know it’s gon' be heat and they know they gon’ rock it
I don’t even gotta speak so let me change the topic
Yuh

(Let me change the topic yeah)
(So let me change the topic yuh)
(Let me change the topic yuh)