Asaad (Saudi Money) - Talk My sh** (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Asaad] New Black til the d**h of me k**ing sh** unexpectedly Sexy Chanel who*es will ride a n***a equestrily This is art with no apologies Ego luxury lifeology And wack n***as is f**ing up the economy My bible-esque verses are utterly Deuteronomy Sorry is for the p**y boys, n***a f** an apology Walk with me, f** with me, n***a follow me Hood n***a, yea I used to splurge on Polo Now I'm smokin' hookah, dolo, and yes-men is a no-no And my bad b**h is my Yoko and we going out for Froyo I'm the sh**, I walk in slow-mo, all black, f** a logo I'm talking my sh** and I got n***as calling it quits I seen all of this sh**, it's like I was calling the sh** Young and ethereal, smoke while eating cereal The enter(?), as to impress an imperial I lost my grandpop, brought me down on my knees I feel like "f** the world", yet I do as I please Turning nothing degrees like n***a f**ing degrees What the f** is steez, I'm ashing all my Acne jeans Aquille got me experimentin' all types of sh** The Balmain bikers when I'm on my young Michael sh** 27 sh**, hell-bound and heaven-sent Sarcastic rhetoric, that "good could be better" sh** Me and my thoughts alone in a zone, it's so cold It's f**in' snowin', f**s frozen, say f** it and keep on goin' Every real n***a charm, if you singing this song Take a two from a one as I pa** the baton [Verse 2: Grande Marshall] Raise my kids in southern Italy, shop my b**h in Serendipity Cover bases with Egyptian, listen this that of Angelista(?) Jesus Christas, pena wall(?) all slipping off the fishscales Well marvel at the marbel I was a sensation but our feelings don't last forever So don't say this "from Comme de Garcon to Comme to Grande" Like (?), unzip the entrees Ran mines from her hips to her clit Felt like the first time I seen a brick Not your ordinary hero But word to the wise in the skies, it does not read of an ordinary evil Name a rapper equal, poise in the palm, it's the balm Same swag swing that swap from everything From a daughter to her mom, damn Piaget rose gold, glory hallelujah Said Motherf** my past when they told me I'm the future Reston, Royfield, Windsor V 73 like the scene but much rather see the b**hes Glimpse it, thoughts displayed in high definition Eye for an eye, n***as couldn't see the vision Wanted slices of the pie and they work in the kitchen I got n***as tryna get this money like I is No sympathy for back layers, player get it how you live I go to sleep dreaming of lambs, did you catch that? Work with that work, n***a stretch that This that '75 Broad Street Bully back to back flow Them sh**s ain't got the reflector, the f** you get em for? We them n***as at every event, gold medal flexin' You don't gotta like it but respect it We ahead of the curve so n***a get it straight Expensive taste, Medusa faces on the dinner plates Big emblem Benzes, champagne for my real friends And real pain for my shame friends