Talk by Q Da Fool Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Drug money I can teach you how to trap
Hi-tech or I'm prolly drinking Act
Everything right, Chanel
Bum ass niggas wearing designer mismatch
I had to go get me some get back
I'm shooting first, bitch, I don't shoot back
I got the lock on the back of my shoe
I put my dick on the back of your boo
I start bagging ones, then I start bagging two
Real trap nigga, this shit in my roots
Get rid of the gas, get rid of the boot
If you a op, then I get rid of you
You can't skip, hop a wall with the fool
You need money just to talk to the fool
You wasn't with me out here pulling no moves
You say you love me, but you wishing I lose
[Hook]
You need money just to talk
Bitch nigga, raise your hand when you talk
I pray to God I don't get caught
I swear to God these lil niggas like to talk
Fuck a drive-by, cuz I like to walk
Complete a muder, bitch I don't do assault
These niggas talking and they like to throw salt
Need money, cuz I don't like to talk
[Verse 2]
Keep it on me everyday
You bitch niggas hopped off the porch way too late
Came home, had to go get some weight
And that shit crazy I was just lifting weights
Rich shoota yeah I'm stuck in my ways
Got to have a pistol just to come round the way
Behind the gate, 50 round in the Bape
Me and my niggas stuck just like some tape
Can't love these bitches they be choosing
These bitches be talking
Showed her how a nigga live
Now she tryna stalk me
You know the fool keep a stick
Like I'm playing hockey
And if the police as you where I was, what you tell them
That you never saw me
You never got nothing off me
Chopper keep these niggas off me
In the porsche I'm busting they ass
(I'm pretty sure that they lost me)
100 round goon, my big homie call me
Every morning, nigga, big money calling
ARP, got that bitch from New Orleans
My life style, bitch, you couldn't afford it
[Hook]
You need money just to talk
Bitch nigga, raise your hand when you talk
I pray to God I don't get caught
I swear to God these lil niggas like to talk
Fuck a drive-by, cuz I like to walk
Complete a muder, bitch I don't do assault
These niggas talking and they like to throw salt
Need money, cuz I don't like to talk
Drug money I can teach you how to trap
Hi-tech or I'm prolly drinking Act
Everything right, Chanel
Bum ass niggas wearing designer mismatch
I had to go get me some get back
I'm shooting first, bitch, I don't shoot back
I got the lock on the back of my shoe
I put my dick on the back of your boo
I start bagging ones, then I start bagging two
Real trap nigga, this shit in my roots
Get rid of the gas, get rid of the boot
If you a op, then I get rid of you
You can't skip, hop a wall with the fool
You need money just to talk to the fool
You wasn't with me out here pulling no moves
You say you love me, but you wishing I lose
[Hook]
You need money just to talk
Bitch nigga, raise your hand when you talk
I pray to God I don't get caught
I swear to God these lil niggas like to talk
Fuck a drive-by, cuz I like to walk
Complete a muder, bitch I don't do assault
These niggas talking and they like to throw salt
Need money, cuz I don't like to talk
[Verse 2]
Keep it on me everyday
You bitch niggas hopped off the porch way too late
Came home, had to go get some weight
And that shit crazy I was just lifting weights
Rich shoota yeah I'm stuck in my ways
Got to have a pistol just to come round the way
Behind the gate, 50 round in the Bape
Me and my niggas stuck just like some tape
Can't love these bitches they be choosing
These bitches be talking
Showed her how a nigga live
Now she tryna stalk me
You know the fool keep a stick
Like I'm playing hockey
And if the police as you where I was, what you tell them
That you never saw me
You never got nothing off me
Chopper keep these niggas off me
In the porsche I'm busting they ass
(I'm pretty sure that they lost me)
100 round goon, my big homie call me
Every morning, nigga, big money calling
ARP, got that bitch from New Orleans
My life style, bitch, you couldn't afford it
[Hook]
You need money just to talk
Bitch nigga, raise your hand when you talk
I pray to God I don't get caught
I swear to God these lil niggas like to talk
Fuck a drive-by, cuz I like to walk
Complete a muder, bitch I don't do assault
These niggas talking and they like to throw salt
Need money, cuz I don't like to talk