Talk! (feat. Jr. Rhodes) Video (MV)

Walking down the street f*cking bitches everyday
They don't wanna talk
But they know I'm getting paid
I just wanna get the money, living every day
Ya I want it all
But this diamonds on my face
Ooo I wanna ball
But this bitch is moving waste
She don't wanna call
Cause she know I'm getting laid
Hit her with a 2-2-3
That's scoping out her face
Ooo I want it the brain
While it splatter like a paint ya ya

I don't wanna f*ck w her today
Ya I got a bitch
But she know I'm running late
Gotta get the guala, the money, you know I'm made ya ya
I don't wanna do this anyway

Pop a zanny and I'm going off in a whip
Off on this shit
Going off on your bitch

She just took the top off, tryna rock with her hips
Locking her lips
While she Dropping a hint

Now she backing on me
Macking on me
I told that chick to pack her bags
Or back it on me
I know she into popping tags
That's why she want me
She here so she can call and brag
For banging on me
For banging on me

She rocking red and white and blue just like a cop car
She want a party?
Now she partying with rock stars
Don't know who she is
But damn that ass is crazy
Say she only here a week
And when I hop up on the beat

I said I'm back bitch
Bend it back bitch
Kneel like Kaepernick, shit
You just cap bitch
F*ck a freaky girl, nah
You a cat fish
Time to rap shit
It's time to rap shit
Ay
Better with time
Get her with time
I said that I'd call her a billion times
Im losing my mind

In fact
I rather be calling her mine
Than follow a sign
No cap
I rather be willing to die
Than ready to die

Im back
And Im making them
Pour up
Slow up
Pour up
Slow up
(We break it down now we)
Pour up
Slow up
(Break it down ay)
Pour up
Slow up
(We break it down now we)

Walking down the street f*cking bitches everyday
They don't wanna talk
But they know I'm getting paid
I just wanna get the money, living every day
Ya I want it all
But this diamonds on my face
Ooo I wanna ball
But this bitch is moving waste
She don't wanna call
Cause she know I'm getting laid
Hit her with a 2-2-3
That's scoping out her face
Ooo I want it the brain
While it splatter like a paint ya ya

I don't wanna f*ck w her today
Ya I got a bitch
But she know I'm running late
Gotta get the guala, the money, you know I'm made ya ya
I don't wanna do this anyway

Pop a zanny and I'm going off in a whip
Off on this shit
Going off on your bitch

She just took the top off, tryna rock with her hips
Locking her lips
While she Dropping a hint