"TALK" lyrics

808 Mafia!
Bitches love Steezefield

I ain't gotta shoot because my brodie got it on him
Heard they want me dead, they want me layin' in a coffin
Had to fuck it up, I got the bands inside the pockets
Say she want me back, well, baby, you know I got options
I ain't gotta shoot because my brodie got it on him
Heard they want me dead, they want me layin' in a coffin
Had to fuck it up, I got the bands inside the pockets
Say she want me back, well, baby, you know I got options

Guess I'm picky-choosy (Oh yeah)
My life like a movie (Oh yeah), turn that bitch to a groupie (Into a slut)
She gon' fuck for Saint Laurent, that Fendi and that Gucci (All for that bag)
That bitch too damn bougie, and she too scared to lose me (Oh yeah)
I heard that they talk, but ain't on game and ain't on shit
Tell me they was lookin' for me, my dawg on it on his hip
Please don't play me for a pussy, I ain't on no rookie shit
Pulled out my watch and check the wrist, bitches know what time it is (Oh yeah)

I ain't gotta shoot because my brodie got it on him
Heard they want me dead, they want me layin' in a coffin
Had to fuck it up, I got the bands inside the pockets
Say she want me back, well, baby, you know I got options
I ain't gotta shoot because my brodie got it on him
Heard they want me dead, they want me layin' in a coffin
Had to fuck it up, I got the bands inside the pockets
Say she want me back, well, baby, you know I got options (Options)