Cash Talk Lyrics

In the studio recording till like one

If you ain't sleep I'll be right there when I get done

You always tend to tell the truth when you get drunk

I'm bending corners in the coupe to find the pump

Doubled up my profit when the plug had dropped the numbers

Working on my craft and I been stacking all my money

One way on that ass to match the bag you looking lovely

Got some problems but who doesn't imperfection makes you love me

Fifteen on my tints

Fifteen on my fit

Back when I was fifteen I was geeking for a lick

Fucked up in the crib but now a nigga get it quick

Too much on the line so when I slide I never slip

I can't say too much I let my cash talk

I can't play too much I need my bag dog

Boy you saving all these bitches that we passed off

Handel business I don't spill it boy that's bad talk

Left the south I'm on the north I come back down when it get cold

I get that money on the road and take my time it might take long

I put my thoughts up in these songs and keep my feelings out my phone

I hit that za Im in my zone I'm getting money if I'm gone

Know I'm wit it if you wit it

All this fucking paper you would think a nigga print it

Dulli play that back street tryna double up my digits

Baby we too grown for all these games like why you spinning

My bitch like Beyonce say my name when I be in it

You can't see me in it if I'm in it then it's tinted

I ain't really fucking with these niggas we can't kick it

I can't really trust I think I'm due for something different

All that shit ridiculous

Nigga I got sick of it

That shit don't bring bands then nigga what the fucks the benefit

I don't be with niggas most the time I be with Benjamin

Put it in a song but I wont put it in my messages

In the studio recording till like one

If you ain't sleep I'll be right there when I get done

You always tend to tell the truth when you get drunk

I'm bending corners in the coupe to find a pump

Doubled up my profit when the plug had dropped the numbers

Working on my craft and I been stacking all my money

One way on that ass to match the bag you looking lovely

Got some problems but who doesn't imperfection makes you love me