nuNv - Talk Lyrics

Um, too high, can't speak so I ain't finna talk
Think I just seen a f*ck nigga go pick up the bitch
I may be the one droppin' er' off
They ain't tell you life was finna feel this good when you get rich
Walk out happily payin' the cost
All my my Benjamins happy, they dancin' around in my pockets
Like they partyin' up at a mosque
Uh, no disrespect, I gotta say that
Cuz I got Jewish money stuffed in my bank
I got money older than your ancestors
And I ain't talkin' bout the ones with the franks
Look in my pocket, see multiple faces
Benjamins help me in multiple places
I got glasses for some bitches, pricey drank up in it
I ain't talkin' bout no frames
I ain't Obama, f*ck it, you could keep your change
F*ck a 30, I'm Dame when I shoot from that range
Think the Mary Jane help me while I justbe playing
Roll a backwood, I puff it first, dunk in my lane
I ain't local for verse, bitch, I need 40k
She think we turnin' up, this a regular day
Don't know why you still here ? I ain't vite' you to stay
Makin' good songs is one of the vices in me
I think one of them also the red n' the blunts
I ain't finna change so ain't no talking to me
In my ways, I know I'm too stuck
But, to the drugs, my body finna hit a two-step
And my brain told me pour two cups up
I ain't no junkie, I got some energy in me
Only feel like a junkie when my world be spinning
Locked myself in my room, I done went on a binge
I was really surprised they didn't thought I was missing
They said, "Get out your comfort, lil' nigga, you trippin"
Only shit that I heard, that they thought I was lil'
I'm a big dog, lil' nigga, f*ck up out my mentions
If I was too little, how I f*ck on your mistress?
I'm a young enough age for em' though
I'm feelin' real petty, I might go and f*ck both your sisters
Rollin' backwards alone, till my fingers got blisters
I think my arm on the same thing, huh
I think you and my ganja is twinning
The color of your chain is matchin the same shade, hoe
Only green is my money and straight pesos
I got ten ounces flipped right through packs straight from Pedro
I may fly to you, but I will not chase hoes
If you act right, you got Dolce toes
I'm too high, can't speak, so I ain't finna talk
Think I just seen a f*ck nigga go pick up the bitch
I may be the one droppin' er' off
They ain't tell you life was finna feel this good when you get rich
Walk out happily payin' the cost
All my Benjamins happy, they dancin' around in my pockets
Like they partyin' up at a mosque