"Chicken Talkin Bastard" lyrics
(feat. YKNIECE)
This a what you call it?
Pockets full of money, so my pants keep fallin'
I'm a money-getting, chicken-talkin' bastard
I got a bad bitch, no BBL, all natural
I ain't beefin' 'bout a bitch, I'll get a new ho
Big dawg, who you talkin' to, is you cool, ho?
Don't compare them boys to us, nobody knows them
Real boss, baby, he ain't bigger than the program
Gucci down, head to toe, neck and wrist so icy
Pussy nigga don't like me, bitch, you better get like me
Strip club makin' it rain, diamonds hit like lightning
Blue hunnids on my brain, money only thing excite me
Want some motion, fuck with us, they turned me down, I turned me up
Know she bad, she actin' up, dog shit on me, add it up
I get fly and flex money, I don't see nan nigga
I fell in love with burnin' rubber, countin' bands, nigga
I apply that pressure, baby, make them hate me
You can get whatever, bae, them boys just ain't me
I put overtime in, I bust down the AP
I don't need a friend, fuck you, pay me
This a what you call it?
Pockets full of money, so my pants keep fallin'
I'm a money-getting, chicken-talkin' bastard
I got a bad bitch, no BBL, all natural
I ain't beefin' 'bout a bitch, I'll get a new ho
Big dawg, who you talkin' to, is you cool, ho?
Don't compare them boys to us, nobody knows them
Real boss, baby, he ain't bigger than the program
How I signed for 20k when I got a dub on my wrist?
Shit been goin' on for real, I can't lie, life been lit
They can say whatever they want, they can't say ain't havin' this shit
Nigga ain't applyin' that pressure for real, nigga, I can get my own racks
Another back end, add it up, another day, hoes mad as fuck
A 30 for me to walk in your club
Shit right now, I'm too turned up, prices goin' up
I already spared these bitches, now it ain't no love
Don't compare me to them hoes, nobody know them
They ain't believe I was the biggest, I had to show them
I ain't gotta pop it every day, they know what's up
They like, "What the fuck? YK pulled up in a Rari' truck"
This a what you call it?
Pockets full of money, so my pants keep fallin'
I'm a money-getting, chicken-talkin' bastard
I got a bad bitch, no BBL, all natural
I ain't beefin' 'bout a bitch, I'll get a new ho
Big dawg, who you talkin' to, is you cool, ho?
Don't compare them boys to us, nobody knows them
Real boss, baby, he ain't bigger than the program
I'm a money-getting, chicken-talkin' bastard
Pockets full of money, so my pants keep fallin'
I'm a money-getting, chicken-talkin' bastard
I got a bad bitch, no BBL, all natural
I ain't beefin' 'bout a bitch, I'll get a new ho
Big dawg, who you talkin' to, is you cool, ho?
Don't compare them boys to us, nobody knows them
Real boss, baby, he ain't bigger than the program
Gucci down, head to toe, neck and wrist so icy
Pussy nigga don't like me, bitch, you better get like me
Strip club makin' it rain, diamonds hit like lightning
Blue hunnids on my brain, money only thing excite me
Want some motion, fuck with us, they turned me down, I turned me up
Know she bad, she actin' up, dog shit on me, add it up
I get fly and flex money, I don't see nan nigga
I fell in love with burnin' rubber, countin' bands, nigga
I apply that pressure, baby, make them hate me
You can get whatever, bae, them boys just ain't me
I put overtime in, I bust down the AP
I don't need a friend, fuck you, pay me
This a what you call it?
Pockets full of money, so my pants keep fallin'
I'm a money-getting, chicken-talkin' bastard
I got a bad bitch, no BBL, all natural
I ain't beefin' 'bout a bitch, I'll get a new ho
Big dawg, who you talkin' to, is you cool, ho?
Don't compare them boys to us, nobody knows them
Real boss, baby, he ain't bigger than the program
How I signed for 20k when I got a dub on my wrist?
Shit been goin' on for real, I can't lie, life been lit
They can say whatever they want, they can't say ain't havin' this shit
Nigga ain't applyin' that pressure for real, nigga, I can get my own racks
Another back end, add it up, another day, hoes mad as fuck
A 30 for me to walk in your club
Shit right now, I'm too turned up, prices goin' up
I already spared these bitches, now it ain't no love
Don't compare me to them hoes, nobody know them
They ain't believe I was the biggest, I had to show them
I ain't gotta pop it every day, they know what's up
They like, "What the fuck? YK pulled up in a Rari' truck"
This a what you call it?
Pockets full of money, so my pants keep fallin'
I'm a money-getting, chicken-talkin' bastard
I got a bad bitch, no BBL, all natural
I ain't beefin' 'bout a bitch, I'll get a new ho
Big dawg, who you talkin' to, is you cool, ho?
Don't compare them boys to us, nobody knows them
Real boss, baby, he ain't bigger than the program
I'm a money-getting, chicken-talkin' bastard
Writer(s): Dwayne Richardson, Devante McCreary
