Boosie Badazz, Bun B - Meal Talk lyrics

Man I done sit back and think about
All the moves I done made
The streets was colder than a bitch
That's how the game was played
You either bout it or you not
There ain't no middle ground
This how you was getting down
In my little town
Knowing jealousy and niggas tryna lie on me
Smiling in my face, but wanting me to die
Homie
Just know I see it from a hundred yards
Ducking frauds, and even though I
Wanna pull your card, thank the lord
That I can hear it when they hating on me
Catch them coming round the corner
When they waiting on me
See Imma get to where I'm
Going, cause I'm pationt, homie
And when I get there
Imma have nothing but paper on me
So when you see me, in my grill
Be who you really is, nigga keep it trill
Understand that it's levels to this thing
And be about your paper
Cause I'm always about mine

Meal talk, this that fuckin meal talk
Real talk, this that meal talk
Nigga this that cocky cocky cocky talk
Nigga this that real talk
Nigga this that meal talk

Made that money
Now I see all these niggas hate on me
I'm from that gutter gutter gutter
Bitch I deserve a b
Quarter million Bentley truck
I could've gave him 3
Best believe, I still got niggas out here
Tryna get, fuck a couple M's, a nigga need 50
I deserve the cause, I seen the roaches
I done seen the in the building
But I'm staying strong with ghetto boy
You deserve a bullit, your bitch ass
Back and forth i done ran up me some M's
Middle finger to them niggas
When they see me

Meal talk, this that fuckin meal talk
Real talk, this that meal talk
Nigga this that cocky cocky cocky talk
Nigga this that real talk
Nigga this that meal talk