Talk Is Cheap

[Intro]
Yup

[Verse]
Louis V got my toes checkered
I just hit his bitch, I'm a homewrecker
G-O-A-T, I'm them four letters
Thinking, "Why the fuck do y'all got legs? Y'all ain't no steppers"
New season drip head to toe, everything from Saks
5th Generation Glock tucked, everything attached
How the fuck he moving like a snake but he hang with rats?
All that damn capping, it's okay 'cause we aim for hats
Yo bitch on my head, made her touch them toes
Could be Donald 'round with this bitch, wouldn't duck no smoke
You ain't Stan? You can't fuck my hoes
Had a run back in 2020, he ain't up no more
Life good, everything Gucci, I don't fuss no more
Every bitch'll stab you in yo back, I don't trust no ho
Wocky in the double coffee cup, it ain't Crush no more
That's yo ass, tryna reach for this Hutch pendant
Could be a motherfucking vegan, I'll touch chicken
Ever since I learned to walk, I been stuck tripping
How the fuck you talking 'bout that water like you jumped in it?
Big body 550, finna hog the street
1K for the verse, who said talk is cheap?
Wide model fish bowling where the Dolphins be
Everywhere I go I see some pape' like it's stalking me
Carti's icy, I got diamonds in my buffalos
Counting chicken, eating chicken, I'm at Uncle Joe's
Getting money, my bitch think I'm fucking hoes
Scorching in the Oven Mitt, it's like they cut the oven on
Wet as hell walking outta Saks, I need a caution sign
Say it's money on the floor? I'm finna dolphin dive
Catch a opp, I'm reaching for the Glock, gon' pull it off my side
(Money, money, money, I can't get it off my mind)
Bitch took my soul from me, I think she Illuminati
AMGs and SRTs, akhi, he gon' do the Masi
Christian Dior sneakers on my feet, bitch, I been moving godly
Since forever been on go, don't know who can stop me

[Outro]
Whole lotta Dog Shit Militia shit