Trav, DJ Spazo, Jim Jones - Talkin' Bout Me lyrics

Man they’re talking bout me
When they’re talking bout getting money
They’re talking bout me
Whole lot of bottles and the models
Man they’re talking bout me
Man they’re talking bout me

I tell her do it for the Vine
She don’t want to do it do it all the time
Bitch who you think you fooling
Got money on my mind
Only think bout them bands though
Roll another pill, got me feeling like Rambo
Body off the chain, Django
Beat it like a drum, banjo
At the minute getting money
Only fronting for the gram though
I do what I want, he do what he can do
Bring your bitch, cancer
Running through a check, I got bands though
Want to see you shake it, but no hands though
Bring you back to the crib
So I can hand dough yo

They used to talk about you
Now they talk about me
You should hear the hoes
How they talk about me brought like two
But it brought me back three
And I thought I was the man
When I brought the first key
300 grand when I bought the first B
500 horses when I porsched that V
44 racks when I brought the first Dwelli
I was living like X when the nigga did belly
Fuck you gon tell me, ear to the streets
Gun up in my waist in
This million dollar race
If I want him dead, then we kill him
No trace
And I just left the dealer, motherfucker
Paper plates get money!