Reese LAFLARE - Cash Talk lyrics

(Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Give a fuck how you feel? No, nigga
'cause I’m feeling me (Fuck)
I'm geeked, going out the top, canopy
I made her sync up my director's fee (Movie)
Big guap, all my pockets lined with history
(Racks)
Iced out Cartis got bad bitches greeting me
(Oh, you see it)
Live a rockstar lifestyle all on TMZ
(Wah, wah, wah)
Ladies love LAFLARE, I’m just sayin'
(Just sayin')
But, baby, you should pray to Jesus
I ain't save ya (Ayy, lets get it)
Pump your brakes
Got two sticks on 'em just like a Nintendo
(Sticks) my niggas, they pull up and doot
Doot doot doot in the Audi, extendo
(At it, yeah) you love 'em
Kissing and hugging
I play that lil' bitch like a fiddle
(I play her) pull up
Black and green on the Porsche and
It look like the Riddler
(It look like the Riddler)
Got some slow head in the fast coupe
That's expensive
Made a movie with lil shorty
It got suspenseful (Movie, movie)
Drip walk come from Paris, draw some expenses
Line it up, 30 clip all in my pencil
(Doot doot doo)
(What in the Rob Kardashian do
Y’all niggas be thinkin’?)
I'ma pop my shit no matter who poppin’ (Pop)
That lil bitch pop it up just like a Ducati
(Flare)
Hit her from the back 'til she like, "Ooh
Stop it!" (O oh)
(Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Damn, she fuck me so good
I'ma go pay for her college ooh
Real-ass nigga need real-ass bitch ooh
She a vegan but she eat dick (Eat it)
Hol' up she so cold I might freeze the bitch
(Ice, ice)
Bustdown look like freezer-burn on
My left wrist (Ice)
Back again, back again
Lil Skate off the porch
Lil Skate got some Ms
Mob ’em up, tell 'em bring them buckets
Wash 'em up, tell the opps, fuck 'em
Slime 'em out, call my slime Thugger
(Slatt, ayy)
Gunna, Duke, tell 'em round the troops
Dolly, Dora, Nechie, Lil Keed too
Anacondas, apes, I got the zoo