Talk 2 me Wale You know we had to do it again bruh bruh Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me Talk 2 me [Wale] What up bankhead Hey lil mama whats your name I'm wale but they call me great PRPS cover my eight's Uhh, lemme switch my pace No rims on my Benz-o Just tint hoe and good endo I love a girl that think alot Cause sex with me is mental That mental, that brain power My J rolled and that thing loud That's OG, I OD My hoes loud but I'm low key Its no drought were I be Bitch no police, here's fire wings Dats five piece that's how I be I'm proud of me I'm so G I'm carry out with it Who are yall kiddin nigga I live it cant get in my business Cant get with my bitches Cant get my lyrics I don't give five shits come get with my skrilla Killa I roller cheese blazed High as fuck and feelin great I thought I was out Atlanta But God damn I'm outta space Bitch no days off And I ain't got no breaks And I don't take these bitches out I make pyjama dates Feed them to some convo And some wine And take a condom break If she don't fake I work that pussy out Like it was outta shape [Chorus] I get money then I'm gone that's a hard pill to swallow I got money on my phone if you talkin have a convo Throwin hundreds then I'm gone you cant go to the places I go (never) When that money calls I holla back Cause gettin to this dough is all I know I holla back I holla back I holla back I holla back I holla back I holla back I holla back I holla back [Wale] Huh, She wanna be grown I know that is your bitch But she wont leave me 'lone Look, she love me from them poems And them songs, in my zone And I'm gone and she gone But she gone home She say no and she say she on nigga fuck that She gone open up we gone puff dat Coconuts ciroc where Puff at? Never fall in love don't cuff dat While y'all foreplay I punt that 4 downs More rounds More vodka More brown More broads More loud More money to count Yeah you know I'm gettin right Bet they on my dick tonight All my women fly as shit Why your bitches scared of heights? Why these broads hear my late call Start rushing over runnin lights? Why they try to see my flow But they know dats outta sight My Polo cost ends And bitch I'm dolo fuck friends, so all who don't know I'm in so take a photo My fit is sick as shit cant find these shoes Unless you was out in 92? Rest in peace that DJ Am, Clark Kent Dats my fuckin dude Lets go [Chorus] [Roscoe Dash] Money's on the mental My efforts monumental I go more than mental This is more than redbull the window He's coming That's what these hoes say Just Patron and Rose Got these hoes, oops these cameras keep on rolling From start until explosion They down to do it all I call em US open Big money I can't fold it It calls me like I owe it I don't car nothin bout it I hit the mall and blow it My money's ever lasting If you seen me, you would know it I swear money's all I know Green I go, I'm Ford focused I know they mad I'm on But that's too bad cause err shit I'm here to stay I brought my bags [Chorus]