Talk 2 Me (feat. Wale)

Talk 2 me Wale

You know we had to do it again bruh bruh

Talk 2 me

Talk 2 me

Talk 2 me

Talk 2 me

Talk 2 me

Talk 2 me

What up bankhead

Hey lil mama whats your name

I'm wale but they call me great

PRPS cover my eight's

Uhh, lemme switch my pace

No rims on my Benz-o

Just tint hoe and good endo

I love a girl that think alot

Cause sex with me is mental

That mental, that brain power

My J rolled and that thing loud

That's OG, I OD

My hoes loud but I'm low key

Its no drought were I be

Bitch no police, here's fire wings

Dats five piece that's how I be

I'm proud of me I'm so G

I'm carry out with it

Who are yall kiddin

nigga I live it cant get in my business

Cant get with my bitches

Cant get my lyrics

I don't give five shits come get with my skrilla

Killa I roller cheese blazed

High as fuck and feelin great

I thought I was out Atlanta

But God damn I'm outta space

Bitch no days off

And I ain't got no breaks

And I don't take these bitches out

I make pyjama dates

Feed them to some convo

And some wine

And take a condom break

If she don't fake I work that pussy out

Like it was outta shape

I get money then I'm gone that's a hard pill to swallow

I got money on my phone if you talkin have a convo

Throwin hundreds then I'm gone you cant go to the places I go

(never)

When that money calls I holla back

Cause gettin to this dough is all I know

I holla back

I holla back

I holla back

I holla back

I holla back

I holla back

I holla back

I holla back

Huh,

She wanna be grown

I know that is your bitch

But she wont leave me 'lone

Look, she love me from them poems

And them songs, in my zone

And I'm gone and she gone

But she gone home

She say no and she say she on

nigga fuck that

She gone open up we gone puff dat

Coconuts ciroc where Puff at?

Never fall in love don't cuff dat

While y'all foreplay I punt that

4 downs

More rounds

More vodka

More brown

More broads

More loud

More money to count

Yeah you know I'm gettin right

Bet they on my dick tonight

All my women fly as shit

Why your bitches scared of heights?

Why these broads hear my late call

Start rushing over runnin lights?

Why they try to see my flow

But they know dats outta sight

My Polo cost ends

And bitch I'm dolo

fuck friends, so all who don't know

I'm in so take a photo

My fit is sick as shit cant find these shoes

Unless you was out in 92?

Rest in peace that DJ Am, Clark Kent

Dats my fuckin dude

Lets go

Money's on the mental

My efforts monumental

I go more than mental

This is more than redbull the window

He's coming

That's what these hoes say

Just Patron and Rose

Got these hoes, oops these cameras keep on rolling

From start until explosion

They down to do it all

I call em US open

Big money I can't fold it

It calls me like I owe it

I don't car nothin bout it

I hit the mall and blow it

My money's ever lasting

If you seen me, you would know it

I swear money's all I know

Green I go, I'm Ford focused

I know they mad I'm on

But that's too bad cause err shit

I'm here to stay I brought my bagS