Offset - Interview lyrics

{Chorus – Takeoff} They say that n—a that don’t talk much is that n—a that having them large bucks We gotta make sure we hit first no more drive-bys we do walk-offs We on top ain’t no runner come on up come outside (?) Look like I just bought the bank all this money, I’m just tryna fill my vault up {Verse 1 – Takeoff} Don’t ask me no questions no more interviews cause I don’t really like to talk much Not that I don’t know how to speak you just ain’t paying me enough to talk much Not paying attention to tweets cause if I see em I’ll wanna off some Up on the gram flexing Phillippe like you the first but I been bough one Ain’t posting no drink on the Internet but I’ll be drinking codeine when that drought come She said that she from Puerto Rico but after that head, I asked where that mouth from I knew that was the outcome, ask me where I get my style from Sherbert cookies in the wild room tryna plug out in Taiwan Northside where I come from Cuban link on top of tinted racks another Cuban link on the right arm My n—-s they don’t do no talking they eyeing them n—-s to see what they on My fashion on wildin’ must have a stylist but boy I put that s–t on Pull up I’m dropping the top on a dime Wrist glitz b—h your b—h need a fix Paranoia watching cameras taking s–t with my stick Off the jet to my shows back on jet with your b—h She geet we out them clothes give her d–k in the 6 {Chorus – Takeoff} They say that n—a that don’t talk much is that n—a that be having them large bucks We gotta make sure we hit first no more drive-bys we do walk-offs We on top ain’t no runner come on up come outside (?) Look like I just bought the bank all this money, I’m just tryna fill my vault up {Verse2 – Offset} I make a hundred thousand on an accident Pushing work my pockets masculine Ain’t no n—a running up to s—-h this s–t I was hoping not to have to whack a b—h I just paid 500k for the whip I just paid 100k for the wrist Clarity wetted the rings on my fist It’s a charity, giving out d–k to your b—h Naked faces got me dripping lately The choppa working whats the b—h-uation (?) gang gang affiliated Trapping out my head detonated I stand in the pot make it incubated Bought a plain watch I didn’t want the glacier Hopping on the plane Gucci aviators 300 deep ain’t no gladiators Got a big bank in my vault Sharpshooters on the roof It’s a hole in one n—a like golf N—-s I hit throwing salt I let the money go talk I’m rich you can see what I bought I’m on Saturn I’m sipping on cough Cook it, bag it then send the work off {Chorus – Takeoff} They say that n—a that don’t talk much is that n—a that be having them large bucks We gotta make sure we hit first no more drive-bys we do walk-offs We on top ain’t no runner come on up come outside (?) Look like I just bought the bank all this money, I’m just tryna fill my vault up