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  • Текст песни IAMSU - Talk to 'em

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    Yeah, where that bag at
    I need 50 for a show, where that cash at
    She from Sacramento, threw her on that Amtrak
    Even though I'm getting paper like a damn fax
    Yeah, all the cougars say I'm handsome
    Oakland airport, taking pictures when I'm landed
    Bad bitch magnet, Ray got me dancing
    Pull up with gorillas like it's Animal Planet
    We big mobbin', now she plottin'
    The gear in the whip like my trip's exotic
    I be riding everywhere, I ain't hiding
    I be styling, with no stylists, cut her off 'cause she was childish
    Yeah I'm 'bout it, plus I got it, got that product in my pocket
    G-Star jeans got really deep pockets
    Cross faded in the club, head nodding
    Touch them bands, run it back, get it poppin'
    And my momma riding Louie for her luggage
    Looked him in his eyes and I knew that he was bluffing
    20 cash O, blow a check like it was nothing
    Not from the D, but I'm Cartier buffing
    Yeah, now I need 20 for a feature
    And I really got it, out the swamp, I'm a creature
    Hella smart 'cause my momma was a teacher
    Never sleeping, eyes open 'cause I know these niggas leeches
    I'm a beast and everything these rapper saying is facetious
    All cash for my whip it ain't no leases, got my pink slips
    That's on everything, I promise I'ma run it up
    Yeah I made a lot of money, but it's not enough
    All I got is time for it, that's the bottom line
    Won't spit a flow without no dollar signs, and that not a lie
    Yeah, got it poppin' in the Rich
    She choosin, but I ain't tryna knock a nigga bitch
    That's foolish, I'm all about my profit, gettin' rich
    Used to it, so really you are not surprised as shit
    I was raised different, live by a set of rules
    I'm a boss, shit don't move, it don't get approved
    Lotta drank, lotta food, and a lotta jewels
    Seen your section in the club, it's a lotta dudes
    Something gotta move, I'mma make it all shake
    The bang good heads call me Suzy all state
    I'mma make you jump like a ball fake
    I do not respect they rhythm 'cause the all fake, ay
    Yeah, and they all hate
    Frank Sinatra on this shit I did it my way

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