no talk - lil kranky lyrics
[chorus]
yeah, i got that money (yeah)
yeah, i got them cash (what?)
i put them on read, leave them on open’ (skrrt, yeah)
new patek on my wrist, i got a brand new wrist
watch the diamond, melt, watch it cry (cry, what?)
scared the kid like what?, yeah, we doin’ it again (like..?)
[verse]
i’on got time for the talk, i just walk in think about you once (once, shh, shh)
these ho’s be diggin’ my line, like they want me to eat them for lunch (lunch, shh, shh)
i have the racks in the bag, i pulled it out and it go crunch (crunch, crunch)
pull out the cash, when we see them outside, we leave ’em embarrassed
i cannot f*ck with n0body, lil b*tch can’t f*ck with the laws
why these b*tches tryna copy’ my sound?
p*ssies be talkin’ alot, when they live on the ground, they ain’t got no lamb’ they be having’ no truck
they be havin’ so swag, like the f*ck is you wearin’?, that sh*t ain’t no track (luh track, my coat)
i’on even got time to take out the cash, b*tch my lazy, i’on got time to do all the work
i be so f*ckin’ tired from these lames, they all so annoying, they all so f*cking dumb
all of yo’ diamonds are fake, they ain’t glaring’, lil b*tch, all of mine go numb (glasses, glasses, shh, shh)
i cannot f*ck with no broke*ass hoes, they some government bums (some government bums)
i got my plugs finna be doin’ it for less, my mind finna’ blow it going to crash (oh, oh)
[chorus]
yeah, i got that money (yeah)
yeah, i got them cash (what?)
i put them on read, leave them on open’ (skrrt, yeah)
new patek on my wrist, i got a brand new wrist
watch the diamond, melt, watch it cry (cry, what?)
scared the kid like what?, yeah, we doin’ it again (like..?)
[verse]
i’on got time for the talk, i just walk in think about you once (once, shh, shh)
these ho’s be diggin’ my line, like they want me to eat them for lunch (lunch, shh, shh)
i have the racks in the bag, i pulled it out and it go crunch (crunch, crunch)
pull out the cash, when we see them outside , we leave ’em embarrassed
i cannot f*ck with n0body, lil b*tch can’t f*ck with the laws
why these b*tches tryna copy’ my sound?
p*ssies be talkin’ alot, when they live on the ground, they ain’t got no lamb’ they be having’ no truck
they be havin’ so swag, like the f*ck is you wearin’?, that sh*t ain’t no track (luh track, my coat)
i’on even got time to take out the cash, b*tch my lazy, i’on got time to do all the work
i be so f*ckin’ tired from these lames, they all so annoying, they all so f*cking dumb
all of yo’ diamonds are fake, they ain’t glaring’, lil b*tch, all of mine go numb (glasses, glasses, shh, shh)
i cannot f*ck with no broke*ass hoes, they some government bums
i got my plugs finna be doin’ it for less, my mind finna’ blow it going to crash (oh, oh)
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