Roscoe Dash 2.0 - Talk 2 Me lyrics

Talk to me Wale, you know we had to do it again bruh bruh Talk to me [x5] [Wale] What up Bankhead Hey lil momma, what's 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 ho and good endo I love a girl that think a lot, cause s** 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 It's no drought were I be, b**h no police, here's fire wings That's five piece that's how I be, I'm proud of me I'm so G I'm carry out with it, who are y'all kiddin' n***a, I live it can't get in my business, can't get with my b**hes Can't get my lyrics, I dont give five sh**s, come get with my skrilla k**a I roller cheese blazed, high as f** and feelin' great I thought I was out Atlanta, but God damn I'm outta space b**h no days off and I ain't got no breaks And I don't take these b**hes out, I make pajama dates Feed them to some convo and some wine, and take a condom break If she don't fake, I work that p**y out, like it was outta shape [Refrain] 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 im gone you can't go to the places I go When that money calls I holla back Cause gettin to this dough is all I know I holla back [x6] [Wale] She wanna be grown I know that is your b**h, but she won't 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, n***a f** that, she gone open up we gone puff that Coconuts Ciroc where Puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that While y'all foreplay I punt that, four 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 sh**, why your b**hes scared of heights Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight My Polo cost ends, and b**h I'm dolo, f** friends, so all who dont know I'm in so take a photo My fit is sick as sh** can't find these shoes, unless you was out in 92′ Rest in peace that DJ Am, Clark Kent, that's my f**in' dude, let's go [Refrain] [Roscoe Dash] Money's on the mental, my efforts monumental I go more than mental, this is more than Redbull the window He's comin', that's what these hoes say Just Patron and Rose, got these hoes, oops these cameras keep on rollin' 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 care nothin' bout it, I hit the mall and blow it My money's ever lastin', 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 sh**, I'm here to stay I brought my bags [Refrain]