Talk2Me

What that you said
I couldn't hear the talk over the money
You see you dont walk over its funny
I hear everything motherfucker
Had a good laugh
Hardy ha
Your bitch at the crib
Touching me like its Mardi Gras
And you even know shit
How could you
She told me everything you said
That you would do
You can't escape me
The most you could do
Is hate me
If I wasn't me shit I would to
You ain't movin nigga
You ain't real checked you records
I can prove it nigga
Everything I ever said on wax is a fact
Get your facts straight
Nigga get you stacks straight
Nigga I dont struggle
Im livin good
Im bout that hustle
Whats really good
You flexing muscle
I wish you would
Its deeper then this rap shit
Wit my niggas
Nice guys dont get it twisted
She can get dressed
Thinkin you can get your ass kicked nigga
Dont test
Im good everywhere Im at
Bitch I dont stress
Everything is on the up and up
Im a player
Ask a shorty if she down to fuck or what
Whats it sittin for
Make a pussy nigga ask what im winning for
Bitches fighting over me like its a fucking bidding war
I ain't finna sign a damn thing
Im a baller baby tryna get a damn ring
Yall niggas can't get down with this grand thing
You can't join us you better off tryna same thing
And fuck what this remind you of
Nigga this my new shit
My niggas making more then we know what to do wit
Skrt off in the whip
She take her shirt off in the whip
Im getting her off in the whip
What a nice ride
She only chirp me when she feelin wet
Im only bout it if the money good
Dont talk to me if it ain't bout a check