Speak What U Seek ft. Tony Shhnow Lyrics

Speak what you seek

Till you see what you say

I'm talking money, so I'm getting paid

I'm slinging whoppers, I'm having my way

Whatchu gon do when it's up

Got work in the car

And the iron on my tucked

I'm working I'm having but ain't made enough

I'm high as hell with the stick on me stuck

I'm wide in the field

I got apes in the truck

I'm having cake for lunch

I'm at the bank too much

That's what they say when they can't do much

I'm switchina and swapping the foreign

Versace, Dior I don't do the Lauren

I'm fucking this hoe in the morning

She fuck me so good

I think she do porn

That knock at my door get annoying

I got the stoners like junkies in here

My traphouse going

I wake up fully reloaded

You think I'm a lick boy you gotta be trolling

The stick like the butler it fold him

The plug drop the work and I already sold em

Stay off the phone but young Tony still holding

We play with racks in the trap, US Open

Speak what you seek

But don't say what you

Cause if you talk to police then we ditching your body

Put your head on the wall, we standing on business nigga

My niggas oneverything

Take smoke up with anyone

They get to shooting at anything

I run the money up

I fell in love with the bitch

I just gave her a wedding ring

If 12 hit the function

I go out on silent

I swear I can't tell on the time

Tony around than that money around

My engine on loud and I'm blowing on loud

I ain't drop an album

I'm still in the club and I'm rolling it out

She in my ear before we go to the house

I'm getting money they say it's a drought

I'm chasing the M's with a K in the couch

If you can motherfucking dream it

Then you can achieve it nigga

Can't nobody stop you, but you

This life a chance nigga

Take that shit

Speak what you seek

Till you see what you say

I'm talking money, so I'm getting paid

I'm slinging whoppers, I'm having my way

Whatchu gon do when it's up

Got work in the car

And the iron on my tucked

I'm working I'm having but ain't made enough

I'm high as hell with the stick on me stuck

I'm wide in the field

I got apes in the truck

I'm having cake for lunch

I'm at the bank too much

That's what they say when they can't do much

I'm switchina and swapping the foreign

Versace, Dior I don't do the Lauren

I'm fucking this hoe in the morning

She fuck me so good

I think she do porn