OT7 Quanny - Dog Talk Lyrics

I like cash, money money, yeah that's all I know (yeah I like cash)
I am not a scammer, you want some, then you can call me though
Dissed this one opp, he disappeared, like, "Where Waldo go?"
I'ma have them drop, then spin your block, you know they all gon' go (they all on go)
I like cash, money money, yeah that's all I know
I am not a scammer, you want some, then you can call me though
Dissed this one opp, he disappeared, like, "Where Waldo go?"
I'ma have them drop, then spin your block, you know they all gon' go

Before I break her back, I hit the trip and break the work down
I just bought two hundred 10s, I'm goin' straight to Perc' town
Niggas in they feelings, go get some money, pull your skirt down
I feel like Lamar Jackson, runnin' for the first down
I was signed to the streets before I heard of Lil Durk
You don't wanna feel I got inside this chop', yeah this shit hurt

You f*ck with me, you f*ckin' with the best
(Yeah, you f*ckin' with the best)
You need a f*ckin' army you're gonna take me
I'll take you all to f*ckin' hell

Bitch I'm in the field, calling plays, like the combine
I signed my son birth certificate filled with all dollar signs
I'm 'bout to take a trip, three hours there, another three back
A six hour drive, I'm comin' home with fourteen racks
I was fifteen, on that blacktop, knockin' hard off
I grew up in them Jets like G Baby off of Hardball
Pulled up in a Benz, I just made it do the 'Cat noise
All this cash on me, niggas think I signed to Bad Boy
I can get you two for one, this shit like CatDog
I don't like to drive, but I pull up and drop the bag off
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Before I break her back, I hit the trip and break the work down
I just bought two hundred 10s, I'm goin' straight to Perc' town
Niggas in they feelings, go get some money, pull your skirt down
I feel like Lamar Jackson, runnin' for the first down
I was signed to the streets before I heard of Lil Durk
You don't wanna feel what I got inside this chop', yeah this shit hurt

You know where I'm at, I'm in the trap, yeah I'm a trap nigga
I can't chase a bitch, I'm chasing bags, yeah I'm a bag getter
I hang with them vultures and them cobras, they be snakin' shit
Told my mom I wasn't coming back, but I still pay the rent
I feel like Rich Porter, I leave the game, I know they still gon' love me
I was out of town like all month, my pockets filled with money
Talkin' to my bankroll, my bitch caught me, said I'm trippin' out
I think I'm goin' money-crazy, shit, I need a big amount

I like cash, money money, yeah that's all I know (yeah I like cash)
I am not a scammer, you want some, then you can call me though
Dissed this one opp, he disappeared, like, "Where Waldo go?"
I'ma have them drop, then spin your block, you know they all gon' go (they all on go)

Before I break her back, I hit the trip and break the work down
I just bought two hundred 10s, I'm goin' straight to Perc' town
Niggas in they feelings, go get some money, pull your skirt down
I feel like Lamar Jackson, runnin' for the first down
I was signed to the streets before I heard of Lil Durk
You don't wanna feel I got inside this chop', yeah this shit hurt