SECC - TALK IS CHEAP

You know my style on ohhh, (You know my style)
Ohhh, (And I said you know my)
I think you know my style ion talk to much
You said you want that Fendi, what you workin' for?
(Now Baby tell me what you working for?)
And I'm on the phone with my brother while I record
(My brother listening while I record)
And I'm happy that they stand on morals
And I'm knowin' that we all going forward
Now, we can't be greedy
But you only hit me when it's beneficial
You ain't getting a conversation until that liquor out your system
You want a hard body, individual
I can write my wrongs, but when I'm in the stu, I don't need a pencil
And when I'm in it, she go
Oh, it's time to pull it out
Then it transfer to your mouth
But I feel this is goin' south
Baby, we can talk it out
That's what real love is all about
And then my homies goin' to the top
We all
I got your back and then you got mine too
That's law
Simp make the play like he a point guard
We ball
One in the head, that's for the coin toss
They lost
I get this feelin' when I write on track
And I hope that I stop sinnin', but I might go back
But I know that I'll keep winnin', so I gotta get strapped
But I think you know my style ion talk to much
You said you want that Fendi, what you workin' for?
(Now Baby tell me what you working for?)
And I'm on the phone with my brother while I record
(My brother listening while I record)
And I'm happy that they stand on morals
And I'm knowin' that we all going forward
Real friends don't come too easy, cause they too rare
Shout out my homie, Mond, he seen life, won't treating me fair
And I know I'ma stay grateful cause somebody got it the worst way
R.I.P. Crisco, he aint get to see another birthday
Now, can you hear my cry for help
Oh, I gotta talk to God
Know I'm protected by the rod
It's transactions that lead to fraud
I know some people that lie a lot
Tellin' Brody that was never your job
I get this feelin' when I write on track
And I hope that I stop sinnin', but I might go back
But I know that I'll keep winnin', so I gotta get strapped
Never knowing your intentions, if you try gon' get whacked
But I think you know my style ion talk to much,
You said you want that Fendi, what you workin' for?
(Now Baby tell me what you working for?)

Written by:
Nana Mensah

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