Talk to Me

All these bitches wanna talk to me She see me at the top, oh woah Okay i'm in UK, overseas They drive on the right side of street I can't find nothin' to eat (Let's go) I just did a show, met a freak Said she wanna f*ck, but I'm tired I'm goin' to sleep She wanna f*ck, make her pay for it (Ha) Gotta have patience, bitch wait for it (Wait) I get in that pussy and kill it (Mm) I kick and I push like a skateboard (Yerr) I was just broke Focused on stickin' my dick in your ho (yeah) Got a taste for her (yeah, yeah) I just had a meeting I had to stop and roll me up some weed I was late for it I'm tryna do better with time (Okay) When she f*ck me, she tell me it's mine (No thanks) Girl, you gotta do better, you lyin' (Bitch) Ballin' hard overseas like LeBron All these bitches wanna talk to me And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me She see me at the top, oh woah We stay baggin' on your block, oh woah All these bitches wanna talk to me And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me She see me at the top, oh woah We stay baggin' on your block, oh woah Let's go i'm in UK like a don (Don) I go to Paris When I go shoppin', I see it, I want it It's mine (O oh) VVS clarity i put some rocks on my wrist So a nigga could shine (O oh) My lil' bitch out in London a dime (O oh) She be fuckin' me good, I ain't lyin' (O oh) I be killin' the back from behind (Ooh, ooh) I took a train to Brussel (Brussel) I'm overseas, my mind in a trap I'm tryna get Ps through customs (Customs) Put your head in my lap Give me some brain, I got a thang for suckers (Woo) My lil' bitch out in France like no other (Woo) She got tiddies and ass like a mother (Woo) Can't lay up, gotta fly out to Russia (Woo) All these bitches wanna talk to me And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me She see me at the top, oh woah We stay baggin' on your block, oh woah All these bitches wanna talk to me And let me tell you why she wanna talk to me She see me at the top, oh woah We stay baggin' on your block, oh woah Okay you know a nigga got a passport, bitch I'm gone now (Yerr) I'm always on the road livin' out a suitcase A nigga never home now I was fucked up, tryna take a nigga off Ironic that I'm on now And the same nigga's hatin' baby mama and They kid listen to my songs now Talk to me talk to me Oh woah, oh woah oh woah, oh woah