Murda - What You Talmbout lyrics

[Intro: Bobby Shmurda] Ah ah ah its your boy Bobby Shmurda aka I think that I'm Tom Cruise man Straight out the motherf**in tombs, man Ah ah ah Free all my real n***as, ya heard, SHMIGO! [Hook] What you talkin' bout nig? What you talkin' bout nig? (what!) Your b**h with me she lyin' (your b**h!) What you talkin' bout nig? (what you talkin bout nig?) What you talkin' bout nig? (what you talkin bout nig?) What you talkin' bout nig? (what?) That Roly, them bezel, them diamonds (ice) What you talkin' bout nig? (what you talkin bout nig?) What you talkin' bout nig? (wh-wh-what) What you talkin' bout nig? (what you talkin bout nig?) Your b**h with me, she lyin' (your b**h!) What you talkin' bout nig? (she lyin) What you talkin' bout nig? (what you talkin bout nig?) What you talkin' bout nig? (what) That Roly, them bezel, them diamonds What you talkin' bout nig? [Verse 1] I'mma testify, pulling up in a drop top Bad b**h with her a** out, got 32 zip from the trap my n***a Reworking the work yea my demos official Lil n***a what you talkin' bout? They mad that I made it and I keep in the trap house You cuffing that b**h, I ain't buying her Louis How many times I told that b**h I ain't doing it? What you talkin' nig, what you talkin' bout nig? My squad got k**ers I'mma hit that ho but you gon' kiss her Real money gon' flip her How many times I told you n***a's quit lyin? Look at me, real diamonds Walk in the room and you blinded Haters can't stop me from shining I don't need no label Back then was broke I ain't had no cable Riding around like the Mayor, the back of the bentley two player Streaming the lead out the lake, rich n***a my house is on acres I'm seeing uncommon behavior, pack up then go to Jamaica [Hook] [Verse 2] Picture us without the money All my b**hes they trap cross the country, ain't talkin' bout nun Got shooters on the roof I don't need no gun I can whip it in a pot. I can whip it in a sk**et Young n***a gon' get it Get a hole in my dope imma Make her flip it Putting bricks in the civic Got the Streets on lock what you talmbout n***a I drink lean not liquor rich n***a I'm smoking big gas, 4 grand one swisher Pull out my pocket gon' swole up All the reason my money gon' fold up My n***as still whipping the c**a Put a hole in your head like a donut(KLA KLA!) Trappin and divin in mason margiellas All of this ice you gon' need you a sweater b**h I been frozen in every weather Pocket rocket I got heavy metal What you talmbout n***a what you talmbout n***a I got the baby no sitter They callin me up for a chicken dinner(rich!)