Walk Like I Talk Lyrics

Gotta get my chicken up, bitch

I ain't had no credits up in school, why would I give you some?

Recommend that you don't play with niggas that's gon' send you up

Me and cuz don't talk everyday, but we still keep in touch

You gon' probably be broke forever if you keep it up

It's not that I don't care, bitch, I really just don't give a fuck

Get disrespectful in that pussy, I'ma mix it up

You can't hit my line when you see me in a Bentley truck

Don't call me Lani, call me Mr. Don't Give a Fuck

I been goin' ham like Thanksgiving, now it's time to chicken up

I'ma coach, you ain't ballin', you don't get the cut

Treat your bitch like a layaway and keep her in the tuck

Stand on the cash with two feet to get my heighten up

And these hoes need to tighten up, nah, I ain't high enough

All that dick suckin' for the birds, but you fly enough

Crying how you took a a lot of L's, you need to lighten up

I rather see your ass in person than to type it up

And these niggas act tough, I just treat it like it's comedy

Please don't compare me to these niggas, we ain't commonly

I wear designer 'cause they niggas, they ain't Prada me

Had to sell my soul 'cause this bitch den sucked it outta me

Her brain too good, she studying geometry

I count blue strips, like money in monopoly

She say, "Tell me like it is" She ain't ready for no honesty

Gotta trust your time coming soon 'cause it's timely

I walk like I talk

Ain't gettin' no bands, boy, you lost

My pockets green like Lacoste, I'm in my wave, don't get caught

You ain't trying to get paid, that's your fault

Bouta cop my first chain, let me see what it cost

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, leave a bitch in the vault

You a mothafuckin' lame, the fuck you thought?

Balenciaga shoes, I'ma kick my sneaks up

You can't take me for a fool, bitch, I really get my cheese up

And I got a two piece, two hoes trying to eat me up

Trying to kick my feet up, bitch, you gotta walk a mile just to keep up (Hot, hot)

Gun flash just to heat it up

Me and bro kick the hoes out, they tryna tease us

Me and gang outer space, in the stars where you meetin' us

Why you coppin' out? If it's up, then let's keep it stuck

Lame, lame actin' strange, strange, you ain't gang, gang

Sprung out on these bluestrips, but I'm not T-Pain

I'm just tryna get rich, why you mad we on the same thing?

Man, these niggas tell stories like a Call Of Duty campaign

I walk like I talk

Ain't gettin' no bands, boy, you lost

My pockets green like Lacoste, I'm in my wave, don't get caught

You ain't trying to get paid, that's your fault

Bouta cop my first chain, let me see what it cost

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, leave a bitch in the vault

You a mothafuckin' lame, the fuck you thought? (Fuck you thought, nigga)