Talk To Me Nice

Moves are impeccable In coupe with a Betty Boop Stay with him Or change ya life We playing what would you rather do What's a budget Hop on a plane We shoppin based off the weather The say my singles like the runway I can take off whenever Drop the Rollie or the Frankie Ain't made my mind on what's better Ya energy don't fit my schedule Can't spend my time with whoever My spirit light up the room Really no need for jewels Don't leave yo shit at my house It just get sent through the mail The liquors foreign Ya wires tapped If you don't mind me asking How ya bag stopped But ya diamonds dancing Priorities fucked Lil baby all up in my ear But I'm knowing it's lust They acting dumb about who's next When they knowing it's us If it ain't money at the door Then we ain't showing up Don't try and play me I got a son Like he ain't growing up They make me sick off they reaction Had me going nuts If they find out how I'm playing it I'm on the run Talk to me nice Talk to me nice Talk to me nice Talk to me nice You see the last thing that They want is a war with us I keep a duffle bag Full of in God we trust I cut ways with your broad She ain't boss enough Ya money cant ride this ride It ain't tall enough Liable to change ya life So talk to me nice I got Jerry in New York He showed me the life If you don't put ya dogs on You getting euthanasized BMBOE And it's do or die They on my ass They bitches bad Yeah what's the truer lie If they don't believe Then they leaches Sat down the team And start schemin You gotta always stay ready To shoot your shot Just start squeezing Yeah then other rappers bitches Get on top and just leave All that hoe shit that you used to You won't find it in me All that bro shit That you preaching Please don't try that with me If you weren't training in the come up Bitch start bobbing and weaving I treat Hutch like home Depot Walk in and leave with a freezer If she throw it like Mahomes I just might toss her the visa I'm into driving these foreign cars And palming your trees up Molly naw Just leafs or raws Like molotov Oh really now That's yo plug Stackz shut his power off Talk to me nice Talk to me nice Talk to me nice Talk to me nice You see the last thing that They want is a war with us I keep a duffle bag Full of in God we trust I cut ways with your broad She ain't boss enough Ya money cant ride this ride It ain't tall enough