Talk Up ft. Bugus Lyrics

Talk Up ft. Bugus - Russ

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Tell you how

Tell you how to do it

I tell you how to do it

Yeah

Ok, your boy's a frequent flyer now

Gettin' a little bit of money so I might be looking flyer now

Quite down, Russ is talkin', I mean Russ is chompin'

You catch fleas when you lay with bitches way too often

I just dog 'em, keep it movin'

Flippin' thoughts into fruition

I just sold out shows in Europe with no label, no booking agent

No manager, no publicist

Just me, myself, and all my visions

And self belief and passion and a little persistence

I know some people that know some people

That can get you fucked up if you don't keep your distance

So homie keep your distance

I got my kin wit' me, kinkle me

Pretty bitches that sing for me

Alley-oop me the coochie

And then I'm dunkin' like Timothy,

Niggas ain't gettin' no money

Niggas ain't gettin' no dough

Wouldn't know when I'm countin' my money

Wouldn't know if a nigga went broke

When I cop the mansion, I cop a gun for every room

'Cause I know niggas campin'

And you won't catch me lampin'

Whole crew on some Ugo

Boss up, say what?

Talk up (Talk up)

Birds tend to flock when I walk up

Here's my toast, I'm tryna' get bread

Get a loaf for my squad divvy up

That's the pledge of allegiance

Unspoken agreements, if you ain't in tune, you won't peep it

Mufasa, mufasa, mufasa

All y'all sheep skin, gettin' eaten

Prayin' to Jesus, hopin' that he saves y'all

Y'all better save yourselves motherfuckers

Niggas ain't gettin' no money

Niggas ain't gettin' no dough

Wouldn't know when I'm countin' my money

Wouldn't know if a nigga went broke

Niggas ain't gettin' no money

Niggas ain't gettin' no dough

Wouldn't know when I'm countin' my money

Wouldn't know if a nigga went broke