Cash talk lyrics

[Chorus]
We talking paper talk, yea
We talking cash talk, yea
Yea I stay solid, they f*cking psychotic
I stick to the test
I got cash, hang out the vault
And I got tired, when I talk
Yea I'm not tripping, I think [?] they don't contest
I gotta keep some lettuce
She tryna keep the sex
I gotta money fetish
I gotta keep some bread
I got swag, covered up [?]
They wanna feel how it feel, to just be next
We talking cash talk
We talking paper talk
I gotta paper walk
Bad b*tch the [?]
n*gga ain't follow the law
n*gga be ready to draw
She know I feel [?]
These n*ggas fans at all
Like thеse n*ggas hating, sad as f*ck
Can see I'm done at all
n*gga ain't pressеd, about that sh*t
That's never the less
[Verse]
I ain't [?] about no thot
I got cash
I got lots of guap baby, I got it fast
And I stay solid, they f*cking psychotic [?]
Jump out the car, I jump out that b*tch
I jump out the vet
I got her addicted to sex
I'm pushing her face in the bed
I'm finna push up on her, throw up that b*tch leg
Elon, baby I'm rich
I put the 'lil baby in Tesla
I took the 'lil b*tch to the [?]
She got a taste of my bread
This like [?]
They try to take and run with the swag
Man I got large pocket
It's okay a n*gga can't take the [?]
And I got [?]
n*gga ain't [?] my sh*t
Yea I got large wallet
A n*gga sleep on cash, like it's a bed
And I got
I gotta take my rest
She tryna relief my stress
And she tryna be my best
Yea she tryna be my pet
She said the [?] faster
I tell these n*ggas to catch up
Talk my sh*t like a pastor
And I know these hoes some actors
These n*ggas know I'm a factor
Why she gotta be so extra?
I gotta get me some extra
She put it on when she dress
Sometimes, I might test her
[?] baby, I can never stress her
[Chorus]
We talking paper talk, yea
We talking cash talk, yea
Yea I stay solid, they f*cking psychotic
I stick to the test
I got cash, hang out the vault
And I got tired, when I talk
Yea I'm not tripping, I think [?] they don't contest
I gotta keep some lettuce
She tryna keep the sex
I gotta money fetish
I gotta keep some bread
I got swag, covered up [?]
They wanna feel how it feel, to just be next
We talking cash talk
We talking paper talk
I gotta paper walk
Bad b*tch the [?]
n*gga ain't follow the law
n*gga be ready to draw
She know I feel [?]
These n*ggas fans at all
Like these n*ggas hating, sad as f*ck
Can see I'm done at all
n*gga ain't pressed, about that sh*t
That's never the less
Yea, yo