Talk To Me Nice feat. Meek Mill,Moneybagg Yo,Blxst

歌詞

Meek Milly, uh I'm gettin' head in my Lambo (Lambo) Too many sticks in my bando (Yeah) All we talk is that brick talk (Brick talk) Nigga Kyrie with the handles (Skrrt, skrrt) Everybody poppin' this lit shit (Lit shit) 'Til we come blow out your candles (Brr) Young nigga poppin' that big shit (Big shit) And I stay strapped like a sandal, woah, wait (Shee) Chanel on my bitch Ain't gotta tell you to tell that I'm rich Get out of pocket, we murder your dog, forty start barkin' and turn him a vic' Spin on the opps, we gon' murder the boss, I put the call and they comin' to hit Strappin' like we never heard of the law, one thing about me, I'm never gon' snitch, huh You was just talkin' that justice reform, fuck is you doin'? Aw, man I been in the trap all week, niggas cookin' popcorn and sellin' hard tan (Yeah) Shorty wanna Netflix, chill, I don't really, really wanna kick it, Van Damme (Yeah) I'm the type fuck a bad bitch first night, then kick the ho out like Pam Ayy (Ayy) I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice Might designer the couch and fuck up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah) Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to fuck up her life (Fuck up her life) The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight Fifty pack, all blue face It come a few ways, yeah, yeah I go too cray, if I do say so myself This my new bae, she go two way, well, well I go too crazy, if I do say so myself Where the steppers at? (Where the steppers at?) I came to step on shit (Step on shit) Where the weapons at? (Where the weapons at?) I'm on my FN shit (FN shit) Been had a fifty clip He wasn't on my second shit This album got Ye on it, startin' to feel like a testament I throw them money bags, yo, that's why my section lit And you can tell which one of these hoes just gave me head, she suckin' on peppermints Grammy nominated, forty million records sold, that's not what a legend is The Draco is camouflage 'cause inside of the Fendi is leopard print Niggas still smokin' chronic? Psh, I got a bitch in the Netherlands, all out of element Took her to Dr. Miami and now she look better than Evelyn She got a Drac' too, swingin' like it's the trunk on an elephant I fucked her on day two, hot sauce in the condom, we killin' the evidence They killin' rap niggas, I'm losin' competitors I pull up in a red Rolls, stop givin' flowers to niggas I'm better than Me versus everybody, nigga, it is what I said it is And you know I'm gang related, let us in, I came with my relatives And tonight- Ayy (Ayy) I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice Might designer the couch and fuck up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah) Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to fuck up her life (Fuck up her life) The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight Fifty pack, all blue face It come a few ways, yeah, yeah I go too cray, if I do say so myself This my new bae, she go two way, well, well I go too crazy, if I do say so myself Talk to me nice, lil' bitch I'm loaded, don't ask for the price of shit (Don't do that) Too player, it's in me, not on me, I'll stick knock a ho in a Nike fit (Yeah, yeah) Put on for my clique, I'm real as it gets 'Fore I purchased the drank, I gave it a kiss Had to make sure it's right (Mwah) They tryna say we bipolar (Why?), me and this Glock got a switch Fifty somethin' racks for a six-hour flight Just to turn back around, I'ma be back tonight Talk to me nice, you don't get to meet twice (Nah) Fuck all them blogs tryna use me for hype (Bitch) In the bando with no lights where you find us (Been trappin') We was just minors (Back then) Money in front of me, bullshit behind us (Focus) We just vibin', don't mind us (Yeah, yeah) Bloody Lamborghini Urus She was moppin' while I'm steerin' AR pistol, I'm insured Won't let you take me from my children Choppers, brr, brr VVS's chillin', burr No cut, all I sip is pure Fly before I board the Lear (Big Bagg) Ayy (Ayy) I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice Might designer the couch and fuck up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah) Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to fuck up her life (Fuck up her life) The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight Fifty pack, all blue face It come a few ways, yeah, yeah I go too cray, if I do say so myself This my new bae, she go two way, well, well I go too crazy, if I do say so my-