Talmbout ft. Stonergang Lo & Quez 4the Money Lyrics

Ayy shorty, I don't even know why you playin

Ayy shorty, I don't even know why you playin won't you drop that bitch, bruh

I know niggas fakin' the real, be really a fake

How the fuck y'all ain't eatin'? It's plenty of plates

I do my dance on the bag, I shimmy the shake

Cash rules, everything around me, give me the cake

The fuck is niggas talm'bout

I'm gettin' chicken, pourin syrup like the waffle house

The fuck is niggas talkin' bout

If it's a problem, nigga, gang goin' all out

Ayy, they said it's money on me now

I'm a stackhead,

Bout ten on me now all blues this a flatbread, yeah

I can put that on my mama, I'm a cash kid

They sayin I really like the bluff, like this the last win

I got it all for sale on me now, like a crackhead

Drank got me leanin' like a one-legged fat kid

Still up, from the shit I made from past years

Twenty thousand spent up on some habits, that was last year

Lo said his pocket full of blues like a sad song

And me, I made a knot without a mask on

Like a lawn care service, I get the grass gone

Smell like I ran over a skunk, because the bag strong

Movin' with my bag by my side, Indiana Jones

Bitch, I got the hook up for real, I ain't sellin' phones

That ain't no original cookie, niggas sellin' clones

Trappin' out of all real estate, bags in every home

I know niggas fakin' the real be really a fake

How the fuck y'all ain't eatin'? Its plenty of plates

I do my dance on the bag, I shimmy the shake

Cash rules and everything around me, give me the cake

The fuck is niggas talm'bout

I'm gettin' chicken, pourin' syrup like a Waffle House

The fuck is niggas talm' bout

If it's a problem nigga gang goin all out

Stoner the gang, who you supposin' it was

Went and got a checkup, doc said, ain't no hoe in my blood

I'm from where niggas, get smoked if you mug

So what you lookin' at

Got a problem, you might catch us lurkin' where you cookin' at

The fuck is niggas talkin' bout

Finessin wrote the book for that

Play me, I'm too hood for that

Want fame, I get you cooked for that

Out the bottom, came up out the mud, where they done put me at

Lil' bitch used to hoe me, now she poppin' where that pussy at

We major league, niggas pitchin' underhanded

The fuck is niggas talkin'? I don't understand

Choppa do some tricks, I rack that bitch and make a nigga vanish

Boy foolin' with this bread, I'm bout to make your bitch into a sandwich

And this, the realest shit I ever wrote

Movin' through the city like I'm light, but bitch, I'm heavy though

Weed man, really want some smoke, my nigga, let me know

And I don't like talkin' on the phone, cause niggas federal

Uhh

I know niggas fakin' the real, be really a fake

How the fuck y'all ain't eatin'? It's plenty of place

I do my dance on the bag, I shimmy the shake

Cash rules, everything around me, give me the cake

The fuck is niggas talm'bout

I'm gettin' chicken, pourin' syrup like the Waffle House

The fuck is niggas talm'bout

If it's a problem, nigga, gang goin' all out