Sweet Talk ft. Young Rich Visionary Lyrics

Ok I'm drunk

I need a blunt

Money upfront

Ain't no discuss

All in her guts

Niggas switch up

Double my cup

Fuck and break up

I took a bean

You niggas ain't clean

Drip drop splash

Submarine

I got the cash

Draymond Green

Smoke so much I'm a chimney

Aye

Imma fly out like a big hawk

Took her to the room she tryna bangkok

Thighs on my neck in a head lock

Crazy one so ya know imma sweet talk

Yeah

Sweet talk

Sugar on her lips she gon sweet talk

Yeah Yeah Yeah

Sweet talk

Money on my breath imma sweet talk

Yeah

If she let me hit

I'll beat that

Don't gotta think twice

I'll leave that

She starting to catch feelings

I don't need that

If you really think about it

I been that

Still sliding through the city

With my seat back

Still puffing on gas

That mean pack

If you ain't talking bout money

Take your speech back

Only hang around niggas that speak facts

I need blunt

Get me some runts

Pour up some lean

Niggas is fiends

Standing in line

They begging for weed

This top notch

So the shit not free

Serving out the window

I was chasing that green

Pockets on flood

But the jewelry looking mean

Smile so nice

Take a pic and say cheese

Drip so cold

I'm making all these bitches sneeze

Bless me lil baby

If you ever hear me sneeze

A few more of that

You'll be down on your knees

I'm a lil playa

So you know how it be

Took her to the bed

Now she grabbing on me

Kissing on my neck

I told shorty stop please

I dont like hickeys

So you not claiming me

Pulling on her hair

While I'm digging in deep

We just went 2 now she ready for Round 3

Ok I'm drunk

I need a blunt

Money upfront

Ain't no discuss

All in her guts

Niggas switch up

Double my cup

Fuck and break up

I took a bean

You niggas ain't clean

Drip drop splash

Submarine

I got the cash

Draymond green

Smoke so much I'm a chimney

Aye

Imma fly out like a big hawk

Took her to the room she tryna bangkok

Thighs on my neck in a head lock

Crazy one so ya know imma sweet talk

Yeah

Sweet talk

Sugar on her lips she gon sweet talk

Yeah yeah yeah

Sweet talk

Money on my breath imma sweet talk

Yeah

Put money on your head

That's street talk

Make ya bitch give me head

That's sweet talk

If I'm walking in the hood

They C walk

When I'm speaking to my uncle

That's OG talk

That short bitch mad

That she lost

Talking shit out her ass

Like Yeehaaw

Had her tricking on a nigga

That's sweet talk

Yeah yeah

That's sweet talk

You wanna be rich

Stop hitting them licks

Invest all that cash

And stop buying bricks

Instead of these hoes

It's the houses you flip

She call me her shrooms

Cause I took her on trips

I look at the moon

While I'm feeling her lips

She know I'm cumming

She feeling these drips

If my niggas start gunning

Yo niggas getting chip

Y'all row in the water

We boarding these ships

Me And Jay we added Spicy

YRV we the gang (Spicy)

Feeling the warriors I'm

Added KD to the team (Team)

Them nigga pump faking

Call Hakeem a

Make him dream (Dream)

A nigga want some static

These bars full of steam

I love talking money

Make my smile go ching

She don't want the marriage

But still want the ring

We riding through the hood

See a couple red beams

There gottta be a guy

Every light turn green

Ok I'm drunk

I need a blunt

Money upfront

Ain't no discuss

All in her guts

Niggas switch up

Double my cup

Fuck and break up

I took a bean

You niggas ain't clean

Drip drop splash

Submarine

I got the cash

Draymond green

Smoke so much I'm a chimney

Aye

Imma fly out like a big hawk

Took her to the room she tryna bangkok

Thighs on my neck in a head lock

Crazy one so you know imma sweet Talk

Yeah

Sweet talk

Sugar on her lips she gon sweet talk

Yeah Yeah Yeah

Sweet talk

Money on my breath imma sweet Talk

Yeah

Get guap

Addicted to money yea we don't stop (Yeah yeah)

Big rocks

All up on her chain make her titties pop

(Yeah yeah)

Tick tock

Imma beat that buzzer when I shoot My shot

(Yeah yeah)

Bedrock

Curtains closed baby go spread em Like a peacock

(Yea woah)

Ok stop it

Too cute put you in my pocket

Twist, pull, bop it

Ain't nobody watchin

Eatin on my plate no crumbs

Niggas bums

Been Income

Big sums

No double back no reruns

Not too drunk to roll up one

No deadlift but I pull weight

I outslay

Here to stay

One way

I need new haters the old ones startin To like me

No new friends no I'm not inviting

A sorry ass nigga is his only apology

OnlyFans can make a movie

Pass it like a hoe

Roll her like a lady

Fake annoy me on sight

That's crazy...