Jay Critch, Rich The Kid - Talk About lyrics

Jay Critch [Jason Critchlow] Brooklyn, NY. U.S.

Rich The Kid [Dimitri Leslie Roger]

[Jay Critch, Rich The Kid - Talk About lyrics]

Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
What's all the talk about?
What's all the talk about?
What's all the talk about?

What's all the talk about?
I hear the chat, they ain't talkin' no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can't fit in the bag
Chain a McFlurry that's a lot of ice
Walkin' around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the shit's got lag
I need Ms in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain't following no rules
Niggas feeling froggy, we the type
To change a nigga's mood, ayy

I came up on one and made it two, ayy
That bitch tryna link, bitch it's too late
Lotta red up in my cup, used to be Kool-Aid
Hologram all on these bucks like the Bluray
How your man be switching up
Over some loose change?
Goin' in like Liu Kang, 'til a nigga too paid
We got Henny and the D'usse
She a freaky lil bitch, she bad
Suck me up and my boxers rip
Diamonds hittin', yeah boxin' bitch

What's all the talk about?
I hear they chat, they ain't talkin' no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can't fit in the bag
Chain a McFlurry that's a lot of ice
Walkin' around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the shit's got lag
I need Ms in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain't following no rules
Niggas feeling froggy, we the type
To change a nigga's mood, ayy

I do numbers, Bentley truck no Hummer
Shitting on these niggas, call the plumber
Ain't nothing to talk about
Wrist on bust down, hold it out
I bought a pint just to pour it out
Fuck her one time and I kick her out
She say I'm rude
Boyfriend call, I'm killing the mood
Go to the moon
Run up on me, get hit with a boom
Gucci on my glasses i don't want no Bally
Bitch I'm in New York
I'm smoking Cali, I got salad

What's all the talk about?
I hear they chat, they ain't talkin' no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can't fit in the bag
Chain a McFlurry that's a lot of ice
Walkin' around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the shit's got lag
I need Ms in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain't following no rules
Niggas feeling froggy, we the type
To change a nigga's mood, ayy

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