Talk of the Town Lyrics

Yeah baby get gone I'm starting to feel it

I know that I'm wrong this shit got me slipping

Lil baby I'm on you know that you feeling

Come here we grown just give me a minute

(YaHearMe)

Wilding riding around smoke out the pounds I clear out the dealers

Come here boo and count up these figures

Money new I run up the digits

Faces blue my pockets be filthy

Blowing like chimneys pounds got plenty

She wanna round her friend a witness

Talk of the town I stay in they in Mentions

Bitch blow me down I get her kidneys

Backshots legs up we hitting positions

Only come around when I'm in the city

Couple of rounds we getting freaky

Got wit her sister the Link wasn't sneaky (Sheesh)

Bust down her friend while I eat out the pussy

I stay with a plan cause B got it push it

Vacuum no fan she blowing me Bissell (Uh huh)

Hoe what you saying, talk like you paying

Bitch better Stan, drip where the sand

Bitch I'm the man, why is you playing

Go on and do that lil dance I like (YaHearMe)

I'm paid look what is raining

Break off a band go stunt on yo man's

Dummy lil head but I found out she crazy

Got with her friend I'm already baby

She gone work for this

I got bands clap no hands

Break her back to this

Bitch gone dance Benjamin's

Throw a stack and just

Damn (Damn damn damn)

Damn (Damn damn damn)

Damn (Damn damn damn)

Damn (Damn damn damn)

Sheesh

I get it gone I'm on the go ball out in Saks then run me some mo (I'm hit)

All of these diamonds, drip I'm soaked

Spending and spending can lose I'm still winning

Hoe I'm appalled bitch you broke

Bitch ima ball put on her on coach

MVP good D yo hoe

Overtime I sleeze one mo let's go

Yuh I'm on the road (Rolling)

Hitting the gas I'm full on them both

Benjis broads and bros (YaHearMe)

Until It fold I throw some mo

I got big bags lil hoe (Uh huh)

Don't mean to brag I'm just that tho

Keep it a stack I want me some mo

Run up a bag I hit track mode

All the way turnt up roscoe

Then I do the dash huh let's go

Got these bitches crazy huh pysco

Pockets really fat no lipo

Eight bands one week blew it all no receipts

Double up sixteens back of the jeep

Space color coupe got 'em wishing on me (Nitros)

Blasted off gas got a rocket for a piece

Living life fast Lord please watch over me

See how it go seen it all tv (Yep)

Bankroll big just like a fat hoe

Pockets on swole my money can't fold

Bet it all on me ima flip it fasho (Yessir)

One for the road pour it up they throwed

Got two on soul they ready for mo

Subzero froze leave a hoe too cold

I get it gone I'm on the go ball out in Saks then run me some mo (I'm hit)

All of these diamonds, drip I'm soaked

Spending and spending can lose I'm still winning

Hoe I'm appalled bitch you broke

Bitch ima ball put on her on coach

MVP good D yo hoe

Overtime I sleeze one mo let's go

Yuh I'm on the road (Rolling)

Hitting the gas I'm full on them both

Benjis broads and bros (YaHearMe)

Until It fold I throw some mo

I got big bags lil hoe (Uh huh)

Don't mean to brag I'm just that tho

Keep it a stack I want me some mo

Run up a bag I hit track mode