JAYJ, Crick - Talk Proper lyrics

Ayo, did you see that?

Got a bad lil' bitch and
She told me speak proper
We talkin' ain't money then we ain't
Talking nada you ain't got money, man
You ain't got no problems
Worried 'bout the dividends, snakes
On my collar, yeah
I just wanna be a baller
20 inch rims, yeah, I'm the shot-caller
And your bitch want my dick
And she ain't being modest
We could pop bottles and
Get this shit started

They finna call me in and tell
Me if my rent paid
I be bossed up, girly calling me her sensei
I'm on a week long binge
Got rewards on the tenth stay
I don't need advice
It's so obvious I been paid
We could beef or we could have a laugh
Honestly, I'm interested in taking you
Up the latter half matter fact
Face hit them eyes like some cataracts
You broke boy lashing out
Who the fuck you laughing at?
Tell me what I need to fix
I might listen to ya'
If you measure greatness
I'ma snap the ruler
You better talk nice when I’m talking to ya'
(When I'm talking to ya')

Got a bad lil' bitch and
She told me speak proper
We talkin' ain't money then
We ain't talking nada
You ain't got money, man
You ain't got no problems
Worried 'bout the dividends, snakes
On my collar, yeah
I just wanna be a baller
20 inch rims, yeah, I'm the shot-caller
And your bitch want my dick
And she ain't being modest
We could pop bottles and
Get this shit started

Yeah, I see 'em switching up
Like everywhere I go
You can't run a business throwin'
Benji's on the floor
You said that was your main
I got pictures on my phones
Yeah, I got they jaws droppin'
They ain't seen this shit before
Like, bitch I'm fucking lit
Tryna get my brother's rich
Yeah, I see these hoes biting
Just kindly hold my dick
And I got these hoes vibin' when
They listen to my shit
I got a whole iceberg and
It glisten on my wrist and it's crazy
Way the shit they tried to fucking play me
I'm a fucking warrior, I ain't talkin KD
I'ma crazy lil' baby from
The crack fuckin 80's
What you fuckin' need to know like
Fuck a water whip

Got a bad lil' bitch and
She told me speak proper
We talkin' ain't money then
We ain't talking nada
You ain't got money, man
You ain't got no problems
Worried 'bout the dividends, snakes
On my collar, yeah
I just wanna be a baller
20 inch rims, yeah, I'm the shot-caller
And your bitch want my dick
And she ain't being modest
We could pop bottles and
Get this shit started