Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk to 'em', artist - Iamsu!.
Date of issue: 05.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
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 |