Talk To Me lyrics

[Intro]
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(Beatgang)

[Chorus: Baby Money & Tay B]
Hop on the 'Hound when you talk to me
Go out of town when you talk to me, ayy
We spendin' thous when you talk to me
We sendin' pounds when you talk to me, yeah
Yeah, these kicks Prada, come and walk with me
Balenciaga, we ain't walkin' cheap, yeah, yeah
We spendin' thous when you talk to me
We spendin' thous, come and talk to me, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Blade]
I live the life you glorify, my kicks, I had to order mines
Foreign laces on my feet, n*gga, I don't wait in line
Walkin' out of Ocean Prime, b*tches say I'm more than fine
Beefin' over hoes, man, I swear you n*ggas borderline
Couple n*ggas mad at me (Why?), 'cause they b*tch like me
Couple hoes wanna f*ck a n*gga 'cause the wrist icy (Wrist icy)
Rollie or the Breitling, make these hoes get excited (Goddamn)
I'm a boss, I ain't Tyson, what the f*ck I look like fightin'? (Somebody tell me)
I run it up, you n*ggas purpin', telling fairytales (Tellin' fairytales)
Just ask about me anywhere, they know me very well (Know me very well)
Your MCM a lame, baby, I can tell (I can tell)
Come get you a boss and let me show you the real, yeah (Come on, yeah)
You still throwin' her on Snap with that 5c (Huh?)
Now I got her naked, takin' pictures in my Don C (Yeah, b*tch)
Your n*gga wish he could walk with me (Come on)
So boss up, little baby, come and talk to me, come on
[Chorus: Baby Money & Tay B]
Hop on the 'Hound when you talk to me
Go out of town when you talk to me, ayy
We spendin' thous when you talk to me
We sendin' pounds when you talk to me, yeah
Yeah, these kicks Prada, come and walk with me
Balenciaga, we ain't walkin' cheap, yeah, yeah
We spendin' thous when you talk to me
We spendin' thous, come and talk to me, yeah, yeah (Easy money, easy money, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Baby Money & Tay B]
Baby Money, b*tch, I'm a boss, I live lavish (3G)
You can tell the sh*t I got on cost, feel the fabric (Yeah)
Went to sleep off H1, woke up, the seals was plastic (Come on)
We been gettin' all the money in the city, Kilpatrick (Need it all)
All you hear is n*ggas sayin' they speakin' facts, n*ggas lyin' (Lame)
I just cut my finger crackin' crab legs on Ocean Drive (Facts)
I was hangin' out that Bentley truck, ridin' down Collins
Shirt Dolce & Gabbana, new season, real showers (All facts, lil' n*gga, yeah)

[Verse 3: Tay B]
Yeah, belt, shirt, and shoes D&G
A real n*gga that'll f*ck your b*tch is what you see in me
That sh*t that you sittin' on, man, that sh*t a week for me
Oh, your man never seen a G? Well, you come be with me
My boys pourin' up easy, you know I keep the three with me
You ain't cop that sh*t from me, but you got that sh*t from me
We ain't never make excuses, n*gga, we just make solutions
I just f*cked her off a movie, Baby f*cked her off the Louis
Yeah