Bugus - Talk Up lyrics

[Produced by Russ] [Intro: Russ] Tell you how Tell you how to do it I tell you how to do it Yuh [Verse 1: Russ] Ok, your boy's a frequent flyer now Gettin' a little bit of money So I might be looking flyer now Quite down, Russ is talkin' I mean Russ is chompin' You catch fleas when you lay with b**hes Way to often I just dog 'em Keep it movin' Flippin' thoughts into fruition I just sold out shows in Europe With no label, no booking agent No manager, no publicist Just me, myself, and all my visions And self belief and pa**ion And a little persistence I know some people That know some people That can get you f**ed up If you don't keep your distance So homie keep your distance I got my kin wit' me, kinkle me Pretty b**hes that sing for me Alley-oop me the coochie And then I'm dunkin' like Timothy Aahhh [Hook: Bugus] n***as ain't gettin' no money n***as ain't gettin' no dough Wouldn't know when I'm countin' my money Wouldn't know if a n***a went broke [Verse 2: Russ + Bugus] When I cop a mansion I cop a gun for every room Cause I know n***as campin' And you won't catch me lampin' Whole crew on some Ugo Boss up Say what? Talk up Birds tend to flock when I walk up Here's my toast I'm tryna' get bread Get a loaf For my squad divvy up That's the pledge of allegiance Unspoken agreements If you ain't in tune, you won't peep it Mufasa, mufasa, mufasa All y'all sheep skin, gettin' eaten Prayin' to Jesus, hopin' that he saves y'all Y'all better save yourselves mutha' fukkas [Hook x2: Bugus] n***as ain't gettin' no money n***as ain't gettin' no dough Wouldn't know when I'm countin' my money Wouldn't know if a n***a went broke