Talk To Me Lyrics

Yo, Jake, what are you doing

Lil shawty said she wanna link, told her talk to me

Her ass fat and it's pink, give it all to me

She don't even smoke but she gon' roll it up for me

She gon' bring in all blues or she bring in all twenties

Niggas talkin' on her gram, but still can't fuck with me

Niggas lookin' on they spam, never got up with me

Worried about another man, these niggas really love streezy

These niggas think it's over but it ain't forever, stuck with me

Bitch ain't get no money out of me, she get a buck fifty

Dissin' on them tracks, but niggas know they cannot fuck with me

I'ma do the race, if I see 12, I got a felony

And I got your bitch all on my dick, she tryna peddle me

Fyne shit, name heavenly, but shawty really bad

I been spendin' money on the regular, these niggas mad

It's streezy this, streezy that, all these niggas go out sad

But I ain't trippin', I just need my pockets fat

Throw it back told lil' shawty for to sit it on my lap

One clap, two clap, I'ma smack it if it's fat

Like that,

I asked her where her nigga, but she told me, what's that?

Went to pound town, made the pussy take a nap

She a full course meal, my lil' baby, not no snack

These niggas talkin' on the net, but I just laugh

She got a attitude, I ain't trippin', she can have that

Shorty keep on buggin' on my line, I need her back back

I been goin' off the head man I ain't usin' no pad

I ain't really interested in friends because they don't last

I ain't into bitches, 20 24 these hoes got no class

I'm just into riches counting money, I need more cash

I'ma roll that weed and spark it up and puff and then I pass

But I can do this shit while I'm sober, I don't need no gas

She put her hands all on a nigga, must want me to beat her ass

But I don't even put my hands on females, they just talk back

I stay in that mood every day, I don't get mad

Brodie stay takin' all them pills like a Tic Tac

Aimin' for a mill one day, I'ma hit that

Got a hitta' tryna drill any day if he get mad

Stand on what I claim what I bang and I meant that

This ain't for the fame, tired of niggas with they bitch ass

Fyne shit name Heavenly, but Shawty really bad

I been spendin' money on the regular, these niggas mad

Its streezy this, streezy that, all these niggas go out sad