Talk2Me feat. Roscoe Dash

歌詞

Talk 2 me Wale You know we had to do it again bruh bruh Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me [Wale] What up bankhead Hey lil mama whats your name Im wale but they call me great PRPS cover my eight's Uhh, lemme switch my pace No rims on my Benz-o Just tint hoe and good endo I love a girl that think alot Cause sex with me is mental That mental, that brain power My J rolled and that thing loud Thats OG, I OD My hoes loud but im low key Its no drought were I be Bitch no police, heres fire wings Dats five piece thats how I be Im proud of me im so G Im carry out with it Who are yall kiddin N-gga I live it cant get in my business Cant get with my bitches Cant get my lyrics I dont give five shits come get with my skrilla Killa I roller cheese blazed High as fuck and feelin great I thought I was out Atlanta But God damn im outta space Bitch no days off And I aint got no breaks And I dont take these bitches out I make pyjama dates Feed them to some convo And some wine And take a condom break If she dont fake I work that p-ssy out Like it was outta shape [Chorus] I get money then I'm gone that's a hard pill to swallow I got money on my phone if you talkin have a convo Throwin hundreds then im gone you cant go to the places I go (never) When that money calls I holla back Cause gettin to this dough is all I know I holla back I holla back I holla back I holla back I holla back I holla back I holla back I holla back [Wale] Huh, She wanna be grown I know that is your bitch But she wont leave me 'lone Look, she love me from them poems And them songs, in my zone And im gone and she gone But she gone home She say no and she say she on N-gga f-ck that She gone open up we gone puff dat Coconuts ciroc where Puff at? Never fall in love dont cuff dat While y'all foreplay I punt that 4 downs More rounds More vodka More brown More broads More loud More money to count Yeah you know I'm gettin right Bet they on my dick tonight All my women fly as shit Why your bitches scared of heights? Why these broads hear my late call Start rushing over runnin lights? Why they try to see my flow But they know dats outta sight My Polo cost ends And bitch im dolo F-ck friends, so all who dont know I'm in so take a photo My fit is sick as shit cant find these shoes Unless you was out in 92? Rest in peace that DJ Am, Clark Kent Dats my f-ckin dude Lets go [Chorus] [Roscoe Dash] Money's on the mental My efforts monumental I go more than mental This is more than redbull the window He's coming Thats what these hoes say Just Patron and Rose Got these hoes, oops these cameras keep on rolling From start until explosion They down to do it all I call em US open Big money I can't fold it It calls me like I owe it I dont car nothin bout it I hit the mall and blow it My money's ever lasting If you seen me, you would know it I swear money's all I know Green I go, I'm Ford focused I know they mad I'm on But thats too bad cause err sh-t Im here to stay I brought my bags [Chorus]