Who Ya Talkin To by Dxv Lyrics
(Intro)
Ayy, Ayy
Yuh, Yuh
Dxv
Yuh
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy
Dxv
Dxv, Dxv, Dxv
(Chorus x2)
Who you think you talkin to?
Who you think you talkin to?
This ain't no fuckin interview
I'm countin money till my fingers blue
I'm countin money till my fingers blue
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Who you think you talkin to?
Who you think you talkin to?
(Verse 1)
Why you runnin up on me
Why you comin up to me
Why u bummin off of me
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Did you just summon me
I got the work down under the seat
Bad lil bitch she suckin the meat
We duckin police, Im high off the weed
She floodin the streets, she hummin my beat
At the end of the night she swallow my skeet
Ate that shit up she called it a treat
Very next day, find her number, delete
Flames I excrete, flames I excrete
I’m glad you think you think, that im sweet
But I don’t fuck the same ho and repeat
I don't sneak diss in my tweets
Turn a real nigga to mincemeat
Make these old niggass obsolete
Like a farmer nigga smokin wheat
Return a stank ho, even got receipt
No thin hoes I don’t want petite
Big boujee hoes come with Patek
Without the money im incomplete
Without my day one its bittersweet
On these bars im an athlete
When I find the right one I won’t cheat
Your girl is a such a fuckin bird
Mother fuckin parakeet
(Chorus x2)
Who you think you talkin to?
Who you think you talkin to?
This ain't no fuckin interview
I'm countin money till my fingers blue
I'm countin money till my fingers blue
Intercontinental Revenue
Who you think you talkin to?
Who you think you talkin to?
(Verse 2)
What you mad cause im half white, nigga
What you mad cause my bark bite, nigga
What you mad cause my skin kinda light
Should be mad that you ain't in my sight
Imma be the next nigga poppin, while you stay floppin
Imma stay droppin, new singles every week
Ain't no stoppin when Im in the pussy makin her squeak
After we done I take her out shoppin at boutique
When im in the room, bitch, don’t you speak
When im in the room, nigga whole crowd done geeked
When im in the room bitch don’t you speak
When im in the room, nigga, whole crowd done geeked
Why you blockin nigga, im on a fuckin hit streak
I got old head haters, collecting antiques
Producers tellin me they can’t my handel my technique
Cause I change my goddamn flows, nigga call me mystique
Young nigga unique, makin money mill meek, I play with the pussy, boo, peek!
Young nigga unique, makin money mill meek, I play with the pussy, boo, peek!
Young nigga unique, makin money mill meek, I play with the pussy, boo, peek!
Young nigga unique, makin money mill meek, I play with the pussy, boo, peek!
(Outro)
Why you runnin up on me
Why you comin up to me
Why u bummin off of me
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Ayy, Ayy
Yuh, Yuh
Dxv
Yuh
Ayy
Ayy
Ayy
Dxv
Dxv, Dxv, Dxv
(Chorus x2)
Who you think you talkin to?
Who you think you talkin to?
This ain't no fuckin interview
I'm countin money till my fingers blue
I'm countin money till my fingers blue
Intercontinental Revenue
Who you think you talkin to?
Who you think you talkin to?
(Verse 1)
Why you runnin up on me
Why you comin up to me
Why u bummin off of me
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Did you just summon me
I got the work down under the seat
Bad lil bitch she suckin the meat
We duckin police, Im high off the weed
She floodin the streets, she hummin my beat
At the end of the night she swallow my skeet
Ate that shit up she called it a treat
Very next day, find her number, delete
Flames I excrete, flames I excrete
I’m glad you think you think, that im sweet
But I don’t fuck the same ho and repeat
I don't sneak diss in my tweets
Turn a real nigga to mincemeat
Make these old niggass obsolete
Like a farmer nigga smokin wheat
Return a stank ho, even got receipt
No thin hoes I don’t want petite
Big boujee hoes come with Patek
Without the money im incomplete
Without my day one its bittersweet
On these bars im an athlete
When I find the right one I won’t cheat
Your girl is a such a fuckin bird
Mother fuckin parakeet
(Chorus x2)
Who you think you talkin to?
Who you think you talkin to?
This ain't no fuckin interview
I'm countin money till my fingers blue
I'm countin money till my fingers blue
Intercontinental Revenue
Who you think you talkin to?
Who you think you talkin to?
(Verse 2)
What you mad cause im half white, nigga
What you mad cause my bark bite, nigga
What you mad cause my skin kinda light
Should be mad that you ain't in my sight
Imma be the next nigga poppin, while you stay floppin
Imma stay droppin, new singles every week
Ain't no stoppin when Im in the pussy makin her squeak
After we done I take her out shoppin at boutique
When im in the room, bitch, don’t you speak
When im in the room, nigga whole crowd done geeked
When im in the room bitch don’t you speak
When im in the room, nigga, whole crowd done geeked
Why you blockin nigga, im on a fuckin hit streak
I got old head haters, collecting antiques
Producers tellin me they can’t my handel my technique
Cause I change my goddamn flows, nigga call me mystique
Young nigga unique, makin money mill meek, I play with the pussy, boo, peek!
Young nigga unique, makin money mill meek, I play with the pussy, boo, peek!
Young nigga unique, makin money mill meek, I play with the pussy, boo, peek!
Young nigga unique, makin money mill meek, I play with the pussy, boo, peek!
(Outro)
Why you runnin up on me
Why you comin up to me
Why u bummin off of me
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat
Im just bumpin to this beat