Letra Talk to me nice The Game

Talk to me nice

Meek Milly, uh

I'm gettin' head in my Lambo (Lambo)
Too many sticks in my bando (Yeah)
All we talk is that brick talk (Brick talk)
Nigga Kyrie with the handles (Skrrt, skrrt)
Everybody poppin' this lit shit (Lit shit)
'Til we come blow out your candles (Brr)
Young nigga poppin' that big shit (Big shit)
And I stay strapped like a sandal, woah, wait (Shee)
Chanel on my bitch
Ain't gotta tell you to tell that I'm rich
Get out of pocket, we murder your dog, forty start barkin' and turn him a vic'
Spin on the opps, we gon' murder the boss, I put the call and they comin' to hit
Strappin' like we never heard of the law, one thing about me, I'm never gon' snitch, huh
You was just talkin' that justice reform, fuck is you doin'? Aw, man
I been in the trap all week, niggas cookin' popcorn and sellin' hard tan (Yeah)
Shorty wanna Netflix, chill, I don't r?ally, really wanna kick it, Van Damme (Yeah)
I'm th? type fuck a bad bitch first night, then kick the ho out like Pam

Ayy (Ayy)
I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice
Might designer the couch and fuck up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah)
Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to fuck up her life (Fuck up her life)
The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight
Fifty pack, all blue face
It come a few ways, yeah, yeah
I go too cray, if I do say so myself
This my new bae, she go two way, well, well
I go too crazy, if I do say so myself

Where the steppers at? (Where the steppers at?)
I came to step on shit (Step on shit)
Where the weapons at? (Where the weapons at?)
I'm on my FN shit (FN shit)
Been had a fifty clip
He wasn't on my second shit
This album got Ye on it, startin' to feel like a testament
I throw them money bags, yo, that's why my section lit
And you can tell which one of these hoes just gave me head, she suckin' on peppermints
Grammy nominated, forty million records sold, that's not what a legend is
The Draco is camouflage 'cause inside of the Fendi is leopard print
Niggas still smokin' chronic? Psh, I got a bitch in the Netherlands, all out of element
Took her to Dr. Miami and now she look better than Evelyn
She got a Drac' too, swingin' like it's the trunk on an elephant
I fucked her on day two, hot sauce in the condom, we killin' the evidence
They killin' rap niggas, I'm losin' competitors
I pull up in a red Rolls, stop givin' flowers to niggas I'm better than
Me versus everybody, nigga, it is what I said it is
And you know I'm gang related, let us in, I came with my relatives
And tonight—

Ayy (Ayy)
I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice
Might designer the couch and fuck up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah)
Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to fuck up her life (Fuck up her life)
The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight
Fifty pack, all blue face
It come a few ways, yeah, yeah
I go too cray, if I do say so myself
This my new bae, she go two way, well, well
I go too crazy, if I do say so myself

Talk to me nice, lil' bitch
I'm loaded, don't ask for the price of shit (Don't do that)
Too player, it's in me, not on me, I'll stick knock a ho in a Nike fit (Yeah, yeah)
Put on for my clique, I'm real as it gets
'Fore I purchased the drank, I gave it a kiss
Had to make sure it's right (Mwah)
They tryna say we bipolar (Why?), me and this Glock got a switch
Fifty somethin' racks for a six-hour flight
Just to turn back around, I'ma be back tonight
Talk to me nice, you don't get to meet twice (Nah)
Fuck all them blogs tryna use me for hype (Bitch)
In the bando with no lights where you find us (Been trappin')
We was just minors (Back then)
Money in front of me, bullshit behind us (Focus)
We just vibin', don't mind us (Yeah, yeah)
Bloody Lamborghini Urus
She was moppin' while I'm steerin'
AR pistol, I'm insured
Won't let you take me from my children
Choppers, brr, brr
VVS's chillin', burr
No cut, all I sip is pure
Fly before I board the Lear (Big Bagg)

Ayy (Ayy)
I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice
Might designer the couch and fuck up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah)
Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to fuck up her life (Fuck up her life)
The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight
Fifty pack, all blue face
It come a few ways, yeah, yeah
I go too cray, if I do say so myself
This my new bae, she go two way, well, well
I go too crazy, if I do say so my—