Talk was a song I wrote about a girl I had been seeing who worked a whole whole lot. I was fairly sure she had been talking to this nigga, I could see publicly, he wasn’t really tryna be for shorty like she was tryna be for him. The problem I had here was that I had my chance I suppose. I felt like...
[Verse 1: D'Shaun]
Excuse me shorty, hey gorgeous
I couldn't help but to notice
When you walk past a nigga
The time just move in slow motion
I got my eyes on the finer things
My mind on designer things
My heart on your heart
And I'm tryna put you in diamond rings
Aye you the baddest of em all
These niggas can't say no different
And whatever you about
Girl you should know that I'm with it
I got my foot on the pedal
Pencil you into my schedule
Cuss what I feel when I'm with you
Is just incredibly special
But now you gotta nigga
And if you happy be happy
But if he slacking on his shit
Here go my number just call me
And I'll make up for his shit
I'll make that nigga feel sorry
I'll give you what you deserve
I'll treat your soul and your body
You know that I'm on a mission
I gotta take care of business
Tonight I'll be at the studio
Putting work in on niggas
But if you getting off late
I understand & I'm with it
But whenever you finished
I was wondering if maybe we could
Talk for a minute
[Hook: D'Shaun]
Aye maybe we could
Talk for a minute
Aye maybe we could
Talk for a minute
[Bridge: D'Shaun]
Rolling through the city
Got this shit on lock
I'm tryna show ya bout this real
That shit ya nigga is not
I got the perfect recipe
To get the key to ya heart
I'm tryna see if you be bout it
Bout that action you talk
Rolling through the city
Got this shit on lock
I'm tryna show ya bout this real
That shit ya nigga is not
But if you getting off late
I understand & I'm with it
But whenever you finished
I was wondering if maybe we could
[Hook: D'Shaun]