Pure Shit Talkin 2 Lyrics

Come on

Playin' with stocks, this ain't no game, no

Niggas know I'm about my business, watch my change grow

Why I fuck with my niggas? We got the same goals

Broke up with my bitch and got like eight more

Hit him with that jigga, made him change clothes

Look, I'm in to gettin' money with my same bros

Book a hotel, we got the whole floor

Don't even worry bout them bottles, we got plenty more

Don't even worry bout them dollars, we got plenty dough

Blockchain, watch my gains, my wallet name is Vanessa

Applied a lil' pressure, put the homies on, now all of us gettin' blessings

Had to mash out from the crash outs

Look at lil' Webby, he took the dad route

For that cash route, I'ma spaz out

I need Cavalli marble floors in a fat house

(Fat-ass crib, nigga)

(Aye Webb)

(It's two places, I don't see these niggas,

Crustaceans, and the bank, nigga)

At Ysabel with the finest

Chasin' commas, gettin' tired of Benihana's

Where to find us? Somewhere close next to them dollars

Real nigga dollars come with real nigga problems

And we came from the bottom, ain't no option but go

I put this shit on my mama, we get guap fasho

Cross me, betrayal, nigga, can't come back from it

What you know about Goldman Sachs funding

I know them niggas who really doin' that pack runnin

I know niggas who turned they back on me

But I prevail every time, that's a fact, homie

And check the stats, homie, we get them racks only

Bitches like Webbie gettin' fat on me

Yeah, I'm eatin' fasho, steak and the Rosé

A lil busy gotta take my plate on the go

And he crossed you ten times and that's still your bro? Tuh

(Webbie)