#talkdattalk

[Intro]
Money right! Flat ya head (right!)
Money right! Leave ya dead (right!)

[Verse 1: Grim-Lock]
On the beat flyin’ like a NASCAR
Leave ya dead on the car
Leave ya dead cross ya hard
(Poon!) Talk that talk nigga show ya niggas right
Gettin’ that motherfuckin’ right
I’m back on the beat like whoa!
Flowin’ like geronimo
Gotta get the flow
Ridin’ on the beat like whoa!
Steppin’ on ya tip-toe
Like whoa!
Grimlock G-R-I-M
Ridin’ witcha face real grim
Ridin’ witcha face in the wind
Like whoa!
Found a new footy like yo!
Ride with the hoes like whoa
Ya already know
Yeah smokin’ big fat dro
You ain't even know a nigga been had dro
Set it off real fast you know
Blow it through yo front door
You ain't even know
I got the pack like whoa!
Just to get my money right!
Flat ya head money right
Look nigga thassa bike!
Look nigga thass my bike!
Imma take it on a ride!
Now you niggas wanna fight

[Bridge]
Talk that talk, nigga, walk that walk
If you bossed up nigga we can talk that shit
Sit it at the table we’ll chalk that shit
And leave ya dead, so talk

[Verse 2: Lance Markeith, Gaea LaBelle]
Just to get my money right
Had to make a trip
I’on really need too much to talk about it
It was flip
Stick to the script
And we’ll just stick to the code
We’ll just stick to the skroll
Ya’ll was standing on motherfuckin’
Tippy-toes just to see the money
Yeah-yeah
And that was cause the money right!
Now I’m like the hundreds like
Flip, Hundred rifles yeah!
Load up the clips
Load at yo lip, nigga blow this shit
Know that shit, know that script
And the code, and the scriptures
Was wrote and they writ
They know that we know that we lit
That was my niche
I dig in my ditch
And I grind it
I grind from the bottom
To the top of the mountain
They couldn’t climb on this shit
Yeah, I’m changin the climate and shit
And I’m strikin’ thunder word to Zeus
That’s Gaea I feel like that’s fire
I feel like the flamest
I feel like they named it
I feel like Messiah
And we got Usher thats Raymond
Kill all this shit and the scripture thats painted
The pitcher we fillin’ it up with the liquor
Feel like we needed a liter the fifth
These niggas need to stream up the zipper
Stand up they can’t even walk in these jeans
Seen in the slippers they know that we mean
Know we lean on the code what you mean?
Gotta get my money right
But that's to get the money right
Get my money right ay!
Thats to see the hundreds like
Loadin’ up a hundred rifles

[Verse 3: Gaea LaBelle]
Gotta keep my money right
Go to the bank pull it all out
Just to see the hundreds like
Gotta be blue cause you know that’s
What I like
And you know that’s right
Bitch try to wave at me
I’m tryna see what these honeys like
And they know they right
And they tryna riot
Everytime I come outside
And they wave Hi
Just cause I’m way high
Too high for these birds too high
I got my fingers up
Flippin’ birds, I don’t give a fuck
What you talkin bout
You tryna buck nigga?
I’m from Deerfield Beach
That’s what’s up nigga
That’s what’s up nigga
And - get my money right
I’on like to talk cheap nigga
That’s what honey’s like
I got the honey ice
And the Ice Tea, Lemonade
What you like?