I Can’t Talk Fo Free lyrics

[Intro]
(Wheezy beats)
This call is from a corrections facility that is subject to monitoring of recording
To accept this call, press zero
([?], who it is, what studio y'all in?)
Right here on Metro Politin man
(Wheezy beats)
I’m [?] right now, I’m 'bout to let you in

[Chorus]
If I don't make it out these streets, I make a hundred G's
Count like thirty G's, all this ice on me
Worryin' bout your b*tch, I got your b*tch with me
Ridin' sixty-threes, I got your b*tch with me
I want pounds of weed, I want more codeine
n*gga rollin' leaves, I want smoke a tree
n*gga talk is cheap, I can't talk for free
Nah, I can't talk for free

[Verse 1]
Yeah, you talkin' to the Gunna
I see through n*ggas like a tunnel
And I'm laughin' at you n*ggas, it's funny
b*tch, I'm suited up to come get the money
n*ggas runnin' cause them n*ggas was gunnin'
Bustin' off and tell your b*tch that I'm comin'
Yeah, I'm canin', b*tch, I'm f*ckin' on runnin'
Monеy mission, you ain't f*ckin' with Sunny
Roll the kush and n*gga pass me a lighter
Brand nеw coupe and b*tch, it came with a title
Leave a pus*y n*gga dead on arrival
Shootin' rifles, n*gga we suicidal
We takin' over and we killin' your idol
I want the money, I put that on the Bible
They learn the words, and now this sh*t a recital
They pray I drop it, want the sh*t to go viral
Creepin' low, I'm pullin' up in the spider
Freaky b*tches with me, got me excited
Kissin' on me, I'ma gonna one-night it
Take them hoes home, f*ck them hoes for an hour
Pourin' up lean and we smokin' on sour
Got me some money, I got me some power
Stand up n*gga, standin' tall like a tower
Can't see myself goin' out like a coward
[Chorus]
If I don't make it out these streets, I make a hundred G's
Count like thirty G's, all this ice on me
Worryin' bout your b*tch, I got your b*tch with me
Ridin' sixty-threes, I got your b*tch with me
I want pounds of weed, I want more codeine
n*gga rollin' leaves, I want smoke a tree
n*gga talk is cheap, I can't talk for free
Nah, I can't talk for free

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I know you n*ggas got it
Now add it up and multiply it
All this money, can't even fit in my pocket
Ain't no withdrawal, all I know is deposit
I’m the flyest, I'm a muf*ckin' pilot
Pretty foreign b*tches came from the island
We kiss and f*ck and then we have a ménages
She let me f*ck and let me keep 'em, my diamonds
I pimp the b*tch and tell her, go strip at Follies
She booted up and she in love with the molly
I'm countin' up and takin' off like a rocket
Fount the plug and then I fount me a socket
Bought a gun and then I caught me a body
We talkin' that money, 'cause n*gga, we got it
We talk 'bout that street sh*t, 'cause n*gga, we 'bout it
My young OG n*gga a shoot out the Audi
I'm reppin' that old gang, we pull out and outtie
Got drank in the car, I got bags in the trunk
I was down in the back, now I'm up in the front
I'm porurin' that lean, got my lil' n*gga stuck
Twenty eight Forgiatos, can't fit on the truck
Got a zip in my soda, a zip in my cup
Got a nine on my hip, hope you don't try your luck
Lil' n*gga, we up
[Chorus]
If I don't make it out these streets, I make a hundred G's
Count like thirty G's, all this ice on me
Worryin' bout your b*tch, I got your b*tch with me
Ridin' sixty-threes, I got your b*tch with me
I want pounds of weed, I want more codeine
n*gga rollin' leaves, I want smoke a tree
n*gga talk is cheap, I can't talk for free
Nah, I can't talk for free