Talk, talk, talk, why won't you talk to me?
Talk, talk, talk, why won't you talk to me?
(Yeah)
My pocket get fatter, my name getting bigger, cut a bitch off like scissors
Why she talking like I need her? Feeling real sick, I think I got a fever (huh)
Got four bitches on my dick (huh)
Cop me a brand new new stick (huh)
Got some new money, no lick, huh, codeine come out of my piss, huh
Take off, ball on the court like the playoffs
And if you got a problem, better say some
You ain't got no money, better chase some
Like goddamn, we too lit, the whole gang, we too rich
Backstage with the bitch, feel toothless
Go to sleep, wake up, get zooted, yeah
Fuckin' that bitch in the drop top
That lil' shawty know I'm finna pop off
Five tents on the motherfuckin' track off
Lil' nigga at the crib tryna jack off
Try to tell me something, I said, hold on
Going up, whole gang getting put on
Going right back to the bay
Finna hit em up like my name is Fraser
Walk in this bitch with a Drake
But they ain't know that this bitch got a lazer
If I got my trust, I can't let you in
Gotta stay focused on dividends
I keep it up cause I got to spend
Fuckin' it up, ANG and friends
They don't know the rest cause I am him
Gotta stay on it, stay relevant
They wanna dub me, they wanna feature
They gotta talk to me nice
I had to take some risks
You ain't really cut for this life
Wake up, I get geeked
Wake up, I get high
Ridin' in a Huracan
Down at 95
In my mode, bout to pop my shit
You can try but can't live the life I live
Like a movie, I'm finna write my script
I been had the game, all losses are rare
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Talk, talk, talk
Why won't you talk to me
Why won't you talk to me