Jonezy, Last Days, Benny the Butcher - Conversation Cost lyrics

Jeremie Damon Pennick

[Jonezy, Last Days, Benny the Butcher - Conversation Cost lyrics]

Ayo Jones, told you let's go
We got my nigga Chup on the beat
This for street niggas only
I don't give a fuck what you niggas on

Yo nah, we don't affiliate
The CPA don't know how much I really make
Stretched every 28 like I'm Billy Blanks
The plug know where I really stay
Benny play for keeps and in the streets
I fathered a white girl just
Like I'm Billy Ray
Niggas say I'm up only 'cause
Wes came and got me
I had the same luck if the
Connect came and got me
Seven figures later I was on
The next planе to Cali
In a tenant truck smoking on
The best strain in Cali
I don't know why I'm saying this shit
War ovеr this Soprano shit
Everybody in the gang eat
That's how I plan this shit
Positions must be played or it's damages
Workers hold the foot down
Bosses know how to handle shit
Amends with the street shit
The friends that I link with, got M's
Legal money and fuck on petite chicks
We rich I pull up and park at the Sweet Chick
(Skrrt) with a quarter on and jump out
The Benz with the pink slip
(The Butcher comin', nigga)

Niggas like to talk so I guess we the topic
(Ah aha) get your brains blown out while
I sit in the tropics (Woo)
Bitches like my cars they both as exotic
(Vroom) and my conversation costs
So I'mma need your deposit (Money)
Niggas like to talk so I guess we the Topic
Get your brains blown out while
I sit in the tropics (Doot doot)
My bitches like my cars they both as exotics
(yeah) and my conversation costs
So I'mma need your deposit

Niggas playing hard when they really
Bitch tell you she working but me
An her been out shopping tho
Probably think I'm tricking
But you don't know what we shopping fo'
I'm treated should be logical, me and yo' hoe
I'm copping blow, we copping blow
Seatbelt on, no weed smoke
When we land I throw a band
And in return I get deep throat
When you ball they catch it all
Like on the deep throat
Uptown nigga get down like
I still gamble like, yo
Livin' legend in yo' presence
The hustle the feen's know
So ready, so fetti, Butcher Breath the reggie
Breakdowns to the way
I take money first if it's heavy (ah)
Keep that shit a buck all the time
That's necessary what Buff' done to rap
I call that shit legendary
When Conway in the booth, it's spooky
This scary
I'm alone in my jewelry, on know that F-
Catch a body, bury, we ain't saying a thing
Got married to the streets
Got a rolly no ring
This for niggas with no Newports
Smokin' rollies in the beam
Writing raps because you trap
Come home a king 'cus you ain't seen
Dow Jones, street legend, breaking milestones
Won't be happy, is free
And they say Kyle's song
She tryna throw me pussy
I know she put miles on
I ain't trippin' 'bout a bitch
I'm cool with Willie Falcone, i'm gone
Niggas like to talk so I guess we the topic
(Ah aha) get your brains blown out while
I sit in the tropics (Woo)
Bitches like my cars they both as exotic
(Vroom) and my conversation costs
So I'mma need your deposit (Money)
Niggas like to talk so I guess we the Topic
Get your brains blown out while
I sit in the tropics (Doot doot)
My bitches like my cars they both as exotics
(Exotics) and my conversation costs
So I'mma need your deposit

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