StanWill - Talk Is Cheap lyrics
[StanWill - Talk Is Cheap lyrics]
Yup
Louis V got my toes checkered
I just hit his bitch, I'm a homewrecker
G-O-A T, I'm them four letters
Thinking, "Why the fuck do y'all got
Legs? Y'all ain't no steppers"
New season drip head to toe
Everything from Saks
5th Generation Glock tucked
Everything attached
How the fuck he moving like a
Snake but he hang with rats?
All that damn capping
It's okay 'cause we aim for hats
Yo bitch on my head, made her touch them toes
Could be Donald 'round with this bitch
Wouldn't duck no smoke
You ain't Stan? You can't fuck my hoes
Had a run back in 2020, he ain't up no more
Life good, everything Gucci
I don't fuss no more
Every bitch'll stab you in yo back
I don't trust no ho
Wocky in the double coffee cup
It ain't Crush no more that's yo ass
Tryna reach for this Hutch pendant
Could be a motherfucking vegan
I'll touch chicken
Ever since I learned to walk
I been stuck tripping
How the fuck you talking 'bout that
Water like you jumped in it?
Big body 550, finna hog the street
1K for the verse, who said talk is cheap?
Wide model fish bowling where the Dolphins be
Everywhere I go I see some
Pape' like it's stalking me
Carti's icy, I got diamonds in my buffalos
Counting chicken, eating chicken
I'm at Uncle Joe's getting money
My bitch think I'm fucking hoes
Scorching in the Oven Mitt
It's like they cut the oven on
Wet as hell walking outta Saks
I need a caution sign
Say it's money on the floor?
I'm finna dolphin dive
Catch a opp, I'm reaching for the Glock
Gon' pull it off my side
(Money, money, money
I can't get it off my mind)
Bitch took my soul from me
I think she Illuminati
AMGs and SRTs, akhi, he gon' do the Masi
Christian Dior sneakers on my feet, bitch
I been moving godly
Since forever been on go
Don't know who can stop me
Whole lotta Dog Shit Militia shit
Louis V got my toes checkered
I just hit his bitch, I'm a homewrecker
G-O-A T, I'm them four letters
Thinking, "Why the fuck do y'all got
Legs? Y'all ain't no steppers"
New season drip head to toe
Everything from Saks
5th Generation Glock tucked
Everything attached
How the fuck he moving like a
Snake but he hang with rats?
All that damn capping
It's okay 'cause we aim for hats
Yo bitch on my head, made her touch them toes
Could be Donald 'round with this bitch
Wouldn't duck no smoke
You ain't Stan? You can't fuck my hoes
Had a run back in 2020, he ain't up no more
Life good, everything Gucci
I don't fuss no more
Every bitch'll stab you in yo back
I don't trust no ho
Wocky in the double coffee cup
It ain't Crush no more that's yo ass
Tryna reach for this Hutch pendant
Could be a motherfucking vegan
I'll touch chicken
Ever since I learned to walk
I been stuck tripping
How the fuck you talking 'bout that
Water like you jumped in it?
Big body 550, finna hog the street
1K for the verse, who said talk is cheap?
Wide model fish bowling where the Dolphins be
Everywhere I go I see some
Pape' like it's stalking me
Carti's icy, I got diamonds in my buffalos
Counting chicken, eating chicken
I'm at Uncle Joe's getting money
My bitch think I'm fucking hoes
Scorching in the Oven Mitt
It's like they cut the oven on
Wet as hell walking outta Saks
I need a caution sign
Say it's money on the floor?
I'm finna dolphin dive
Catch a opp, I'm reaching for the Glock
Gon' pull it off my side
(Money, money, money
I can't get it off my mind)
Bitch took my soul from me
I think she Illuminati
AMGs and SRTs, akhi, he gon' do the Masi
Christian Dior sneakers on my feet, bitch
I been moving godly
Since forever been on go
Don't know who can stop me
Whole lotta Dog Shit Militia shit