Talk To Me Nice ft. Kyle Volt Lyrics

Woah, oh, oh

(AyoWhit)

Talk to me nice or don't speak on my name

I'm in love with music this ain't all about fame

If I had a dollar every time someone made a claim

I'd be jumpin' in a pile going straight to the bank yeah, yeah

Homie better get your bag up

Headed straight for six figures, Ion' like to brag much

Wish you good luck tryna' pass us

The last ones that tried been stuck in the past oh yeah

Had a bad bitch but I fumbled the bag

It's all good you know I ain't goin' out sad

Had to level up, had to get this money right

Three years later now we got it on site yeah, yeah

Look how far we came

We used to dream for Honda Civics, now we can't drive the SS in the rain

Look what we went through

I used to drown myself in work, now I'm running out of things that I gotta do

Went from an Audi to an SRT

You say you want the talk, but the talk's too cheap

Girl you gotta pay for my time

Imma superstar baby and I ain't in my prime yeah, yeah

Talk to me nice or don't speak on my name

I'm in love with music this ain't all about fame

If I had a dollar every time someone made a claim

I'd be jumpin' in a pile going straight to the bank yeah, yeah

Homie better get your bag up

Headed straight for six figures, Ion' like to brag much

Wish you good luck tryna' pass us

The last ones that tried been stuck in the past oh yeah

I ain't been to Florida but know I'm Rolling Loud

You can smell the fact that I broke down a pound

It ain't graduation but you cappin' buy a gown

Blowing through your money while I'm saving

That's why you poppin' pills like the Matrix

I be rolling sticky green then I face it

Unless I'm with the gang then I put it in rotation

Talking blizzy after blizzy, always on my stizzy

Addicted to my hustle, think my past life was Nipsey

Rockin' with K. Volt your girl let me sign her titties

Boy you act saditty, it's a pity, turnt your city up

Nick with that cannon wild n' out cause I don't give a fuck

Talk to me nice or don't speak on my name

I'm in love with music this ain't all about fame

If I had a dollar every time someone made a claim

I'd be jumpin' in a pile going straight to the bank yeah, yeah

Homie better get your bag up

Headed straight for six figures, Ion' like to brag much

Wish you good luck tryna' pass us

The last ones that tried been stuck in the past oh yeah