Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk to 'em, artist - Iamsu!. Album song Boss up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Eyes On Me
Song language: English
Talk to 'em |
| Yeah, where that bag at |
| I need 50 for a show, where that cash at |
| She from Sacramento, threw her on that Amtrak |
| Even though I’m getting paper like a damn fax |
| Yeah, all the cougars say I’m handsome |
| Oakland airport, taking pictures when I’m landed |
| Bad bitch magnet, Ray got me dancing |
| Pull up with gorillas like it’s animal planet |
| We big mobbin', now she plottin' |
| The gear in the whip like my trip’s exotic |
| I be riding everywhere, I ain’t hiding |
| I be styling, with them stylists, cut her off 'cause she was childish |
| Yeah I’m bout it, floss I got it, got that product in my pocket |
| G-Star jeans got really deep pockets |
| Cross faded in the club, head nodding |
| Touch the bag, run it back, get it poppin' |
| And my momma riding Louie for her luggage |
| Looked him in his eyes and I knew that he was bluffing |
| 20 cash O, blow a check like it was nothing |
| Not from the D, but I’m Cartier buffing |
| Yeah, now I need 20 for a feature |
| And I really got it, out the swamp, I’m a creature |
| Hella smart 'cause my momma was a teacher |
| Never sleeping, eyes open 'cause I know these niggas leeches |
| I’m a beast and everything these rapper saying is facetious |
| All cash for my whip it ain’t no leases, got my pink slips |
| That’s on everything, I promise I’m gon' run it up |
| Yeah I made a lot of money, but it’s not enough |
| All I got is time for it, that’s the bottom line |
| Won’t spit a flow without no dollar signs, and that not a lie |
| Yeah, got it poppin' in the Rich |
| She choosin', but I ain’t tryna knock a nigga bitch |
| That’s foolish, I’m all about my profit, gettin' rich |
| Used to it, so really you are not surprised as shit |
| I was raised different, live by a set of rules |
| I’m a boss, shit don’t move, it don’t get approved |
| Lotta drank, lotta food, and a lotta jewels |
| Seen your section in the club, it’s a lotta dudes |
| Something gotta move, I’mma make it all shake |
| The bay in good hands, call me Suzy Allstate |
| I’mma make you jump like a ball fake |
| I do not respect they rhythm cause the all fake, ay |
| Yeah, and they all hate |
| Frank Sinatra of this shit I did it my way |
| $$$, beep |