Dave East - Talk lyrics

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Dave East - Talk lyrics

[Intro] Lotta talk, sh** don't be about nothin' though Yeah (Lightttt Itttt!) [Hook] I ain't got time if it ain't about no money you ain't talkin' bout nothin' (Ain't talkin' bout nothin'!) Got a big 40 Cal when I come to your town I ain't walk around frontin' (Not me!) Dancing on the pole but ain't nothin' for Patron she ain't worried bout nothin' (No no) I done been around the globe taking b**hes out they clothes you ain't talkin' bout nothin' (Ahh!) (x2) You n***as ain't talkin' bout nothin' these n***as ain't talkin' bout nothin', ain't talkin' bout nothin' These b**hes ain't talkin' bout nothin, these b**hes ain't talkin' bout nothin', ain't talkin' bout nothin' (x2) [Verse 1] These n***as ain't talkin' bout sh** when they rap they be talkin' bout bricks they ain't talkin' bout grip I be talkin' bout hits tryna touch a billion dollas fore' I R.I.P. tell my mama don't trip (Don't trip!) I be ridin' with the clique and you know we got that iron in the whip if you tried you get hit Hunnid thousand for the whip got some n***as on the island doing dips getting brown like there's a b**h Danny Beamer with the work, Bert Berry on my jacket moving P's of the purp Nicer than your favorite flow the meanest on the earth take a trip to Puerto Rico senoritas make em' twerk Listenin' to Biggie smokin' OG from the Bay I ain't worried bout em but I know they in the way Young and got a tipper I'm just hoping he don't spray got a motherf**ing [?] and it's loaded in the K, hey! [Hook] [Verse 2] Gotta get rich for my grandma (Mama!) House full of Coke just like Tony Montana (Tony!) I got a shooter in love with his hammer I got a b**h that's in love cause' I'm handsome Millions I'm dreaming bout No roof on the Porsche and that's sour I'm steaming loud pack got me leanin' out (Leanin!) All that I know is get money and go we got hunnids on the table, guns in the living room, b**hes in the kitchen titties out like I'm Neno Head cracked five racks off a C-Lo walking down 1st Ave. holes in my peacoat n***as keep testing me Talking bout cooking up I got the recipe ducking this felony Hara**ed at the border put molly in water these b**hes undressing me Think of money I never seen Beef in Bronx and it's never green dirty paper sh** never clean Pull up in the black oldschool with a new gun n***as ain't gon' stop shooting till the news come Flame spitter n***a I could use a new tongue walking through the Bronx n***a feeling like the new Pun ahhh! [Hook x2]