TALK'N MY SHIT

Aye Got five hundred grand on the wrist Richard Mille got my ass feelin' rich Iced out shit belongs in the fridge Don't mind me I'm just talkin' my shit Got five hundred grand on the wrist Richard Mille got my ass feelin' rich Iced out shit belongs in the fridge Don't mind me I'm just talkin' my shit Dreams all came true like I made a wish Money be like legos how I'm stackin' bricks Drivin' some foreign I don't know what it is But the whip is all black with the windows tint Ops pull up on me yeah you know I hit the switch Ridin' with your dream girl that's my extra bitch Need to twist a white girl like Alexa Bliss Stay in first place cause you know I always win I just heard your shit it belongs in the bin Just tell the truth no, this is not a diss Talkin' shit to me that's a real fuckin' risk Start runnin' ya mouth just know you gon' hear a click My gun makin' songs and just singin' hits When my gun coughs guarantee you gettin' sick BAHH headshot bitch you know I never miss This is not pretend No This is not a skit Got five hundred grand on the wrist Richard Mille got my ass feelin' rich Iced out shit belongs in the fridge Don't mind me I'm just talkin' my shit Got five hundred grand on the wrist Richard Mille got my ass feelin' rich Iced out shit belongs in the fridge Don't mind me I'm just talkin' my shit Don't mind me I'm just talkin' my shit Aye