Talk The Talk Lyrics

I say I do this every time you ain't changing me

I got my ATMs looking like a game to me

It's to the point where even hundreds is some change to me

To the point where all my hippie friends are ashamed of me

I do it for the fucking pesos

For the payroll

Walking up into the bank though leave with a case full

Leave em on the floor like j lo

Like what do they know

Big talk from a side hoe

You not my main hoe

They wanna talk the talk

They wanna walk the walk

Talk to god

You need Jesus in yo life cause you a hoe and that's on god

Everything I do for real put that shit up on my mom

She know I ain't going home till I finish up the job

A big part of this is god

Like how I go from serving people food at my job

Can't be tripping I got music to drop

Can't be tripping over who I am not

Can't be tripping over who I am not

Nah

Can't be tripping over who I am not

She wanna take a taste

She wanna pick up the pace

And change the game

This a marathon baby

But you treat it like a race

All these different women wake up every morning different face

Yeah we eating good now but I remember paper plates

Man

Mamma whipping home from the late shift

Back when I was heavy on the drinking

Look how far

Look how far we came

Man

Still tryna get up out the basement

So Ima practice patience

Cause I know shit don't always come so I stay steady waiting

Feel we on the edge of greatness I can almost taste it

I got the hoes lining up they know I'm going places

They wanna talk the talk

They wanna walk the walk

Talk to god

You need Jesus in yo life cause you a hoe and that's on god

Everything I do for real put that shit up on my mom

She know I ain't going home till I finish up the job

Alright Give me the mic

I'm going back in

See they all wanna have my success so they keep lurking

But then they say they seeing too much like they need curtains

Really out my mind with these verses I keep working

You say that yo bitch loyal but she keep flirting

Ima keep it real these rappers got weak verses

Triple murder on that track y'all need 3 hearses

Talking money with no urge really what's the purpose

My shit so good you hear it and then reverse this

I cursed this

Been more blessed than most churches

Run up to yo bitch and I give her that Sunday Service

Type of bitch to make that last bitch act nervous

But now she out here fucking with clowns like it's a circus

You know the difference between me and you

We both got ego but I think that its the ego that's consuming you

Cause I could do this shit with or without the clout

I'm still waiting on that single that you keep talking about so what's up