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Future Brown
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Talkin Bandz
[feat. Shawnna & DJ Victoriouz]
[Hook x2:]
I be talkin bandz, I be talkin bandz
If you ain't talkin' money, ain't make business me
I be talkin bandz, I be talkin bandz
20.000 dollas in my robbins, man
[Verse 1 - Shawnna:]
Look, I stay smokin' on that loud shit, loud pack, that loudness
I'm out this bitch stuntin' mainly on yo chick
Don't like none of this, fuck with this
You will need your bucket list
Trust me, I'm not the bitch you thought
Wasn't gon' bust this shit
Bang bang on these beat hoes
Throwin' money like fritos
You mad cause he chose and I'm stuntin' chips like fritos
Burritos, I'm in heathrow
Gin and juice and my feet cold
Six inch in em heels got that strap on em
And when the beat go
Ye ain't nothin' like me, hoe
Asian girl, I call 'er mihoe
Big money, she a bad bitch
Keep she sum' and give me mo'
Pussy wetter than nemo
Money longer than the sea flow
She mad cause she sellin' them sea shells on the sea shore
See, hoe, I'm not like that otha shit
Don't compare me to no otha bitch
My wrist game like butter whips
So please get off my mothership
Cause I'm high, don't know when I might come down
Niggas in my clique move like they the feds
Cause ya neva know when they might come down
Nigga
[Hook x2:]
I be talkin bandz, I be talkin bandz
If you ain't talkin' money, ain't make business me
I be talkin bandz, I be talkin bandz
20.000 dollas in my robbins, man
[Verse 2 - Shawnna:]
Uh, shawnna, look, it's hershe 2 with these fuck hoes
No tappin' these fuck hoes
Shawty got that good dick, me don't even let pussy inside those
We a1 and they rocked up, long money, he stacked up
Two robbers got one bentley, one aston martin needs backed up
And I'm pullin' up in that loose shit
Got a new neck, got a new wrist
And y'all niggas gon' have much
Y'all knew this and that's ludacris
I got an iced out crucifix
Fans out in budapest
I don't speak that language, but they say it mean, you the best
Like who the b, you the best!
Kill the beat and I do the rest
That loud movement all through my chest
The opportunity blast, shoot and fetch
And I've been rich since childhood
And I still sip that wild wood
Hoe tryin' to get next-imated
Like damn, ya breeze, I'm like y'all good
Rich bitches in the yawl hood, y'all ain't boomin', nigga
Y'all should, layn out on that white sip, that dark tint'll be all good
I'm gettin' money the long way, fuck you and what y'all sayn
Y'all hate but I'm gettin' money
All night, all day
[Hook x2:]
I be talkin bandz, I be talkin bandz
If you ain't talkin' money, ain't make business me
I be talkin bandz, I be talkin bandz
20.000 dollas in my robbins, man
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