Playboi Carti - Talk lyrics

[Verse] Hol'up, who that bangin' on my door? If a n***a try to rob me, I'ma blow him in the throat Hold up, don't be blowin' up my phone Sounding like a little hoe, about some coke you f**ing hoe It's Cartier, these diamonds let you n***as know You see these 100's , these 100's, n***a we blow f** her under covers, my n***a until the morn' She say, Carti why you actin' funny? Ever since you got some money, you been frontin' on me Say no more! The new cars, the new broads, you so bright but you so lost Damn! You let the lean get you so gone Don't let the d** get you so gone Don't let the d** get you so gone You so bright but you so lost! Sippen' on this act, don't know how to act My little whoadie got my back, he'll blow you back! My little whoadie got the strap, he'll blow you back! So f**in' Lost Lost Lost So, so f**in' lost Lost