Tony Shhnow, Flee - Speak Up lyrics

(I really like to use cash) go
Go, go go, yeah
Ayy, yeah hey, yeah

I don't really talk too much
 I don't like these niggas
Say I really gotta speak up
Since I been goin' up
All these hoes goin' down
You don't get money, I don't wanna link up
This ho thick, I'ma turn her to an eater
She know I got bands but I
Ain't grow up on The Beatles
Don't play with my niggas
They don't go for no reason
Keep the heat like the sun
Niggas change like seasons
Ice on me like winter glock on me spray
These niggas hope that I fall
Why you wanna talk right now?
When I was down bad fucked up
You ain't pick up my call
It's funny how shit change
When you get change
Everybody with you wanna ball
I'm still the same nigga with
His hand in the pot
The world so cold, but it's finna get hot

My ice still hittin' when the lights down
Blowin' on a quarter pound, right now
I just left the booty club with a nice round
There go thirty thou', blaow
Make your eyes wow
(I really like to use cash)
I just keep a hoodie on, I don't do the cap
She like, "Boy
What you got on" that's that money in here
Backseat, turn her face to a daycare
If they ain't provide no money
Then I ain't there

I don't really talk too much
I don't like these niggas
Say I really gotta speak up
Since I been goin' up
All these hoes goin' down
You don't get money, I don't wanna link up
This ho thick, I'ma turn her to an eater
She know I got bands but I
Ain't grow up on The Beatles
Don't play with my niggas
They don't go for no reason
Keep the heat like the sun
Niggas change like seasons
Ice on me like winter glock on me spray
These niggas hope that I fall
Why you wanna talk right now?
When I was down bad fucked up
You ain't pick up my call
It's funny how shit change
When you get change
Everybody with you wanna ball
I'm still the same nigga with
His hand in the pot
The world so cold, but it's finna get hot

Ooh, I'm gettin' the guap
Turn your wifey to a neighborhood thot
I'm still G, want money
But these bitches, I be sharin' a lot
They really be nerds
On the internet, they actin' like jerks
(Go, ayy) i need the strap like a jock (Ayy)
Keep me a Glock like a cop
They fallin' for hoes like it's Autumn
Fuck with a winner
Got a hot bitch every summer
These niggas be tellin' me chill but
I do what I wanna
Guess that's the life of a stunna
I never could change on my brother
We got too much love for each other
That's my Ghost, my brodie, my twin
My slime (I really like to use cash)
My slatt like Thugger and Gunna