Jay Critch, Fabolous and French Montana - Try It

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La musica de Harry Fraud

The talking never gets to me
I came from the jungle where the lions and gorillas be
We ain't showing sympathy
How you say you get to the money remains a mystery (hey)
Talkin' about it but can't show it, nigga you lyin' then
Hood fave, my shit jumping up out the frying pan
You say you gon' do it, why you ain't try it then
You say you gon' do it, why you ain't try it then

B-B-Broke niggas can't sit with me
I've been on the road, three phones she can't get to me
She won't ever mean shit to me
'Cause I could get a clone and my clothes came from Italy
She want me to bone 'cause it's slippery
She leave on her thong, in her zone when she look at me
Smoking out the O's but I started from a nick' of weed
Juggin' for too long, who you foolin' with the trickery
I show out when I show up
I was younger, I said I'd be like me when I grow up
I just crashed trying to see how long that I could do the donut
I be sippin' splash, got a necklace 'cause the water on me froze up

The talking never gets to me
I came from the jungle where the lions and gorillas be
We ain't showing sympathy
How you say you get to the money remains a mystery (hey)
Talkin' about it but can't show it, nigga you lyin' then
Hood fave, my shit jumping up out the frying pan
You say you gon' do it, why you ain't try it then
You say you gon' do it, why you ain't try it then

From the block to the top, straight victory
Puff and Big, add another chapter to the history
Cliques want it slippery, real from the glittery
Cash, fuck the bills, Hillary
Literally a don, dripped in Armani
Somalian pirate, ball like Kyrie, straight ball
Bitches callin', I'm all in
I made a fraction off that heroin, Eric Clapton
My dogs assassins
Talking snow, grab your ski slopes in the Aspen
Sippin' honey and wine
My bitch in Dolce Gabban'
From the bottom we climb
In the green, never Moulin Rouge
In the coupe gettin' sloppy booch

The talking never gets to me
I came from the jungle where the lions and gorillas be
We ain't showing sympathy
How you say you get to the money remains a mystery (hey)
Talkin' about it but can't show it, nigga you lyin' then
Hood fave, my shit jumping up out the frying pan
You say you gon' do it, why you ain't try it then
You say you gon' do it, why you ain't try it then

Let's go
Trolling never get to me
I'm holding so it's lit for me
Rollie is a gift for me, the Rolls is like a Lyft for me
What you assholes is putting out don't do shit for me
Pennywise rapper, you clowns ain't doing it for me
I'm still waiting for them to try it though
It's Talk Money, why you niggas getting quiet though?
They say love don't cost a thing, I don't buy it though
My bitch thick, always say she on a diet though
Salads and sushi, carrots and Gucci
I collab with real niggas, not balanced with goofies
I let 'em talk while I get my blue Benji on
My skin thicker than Nicki in a Fendi thong, so

The talking never gets to me
I came from the jungle where the lions and gorillas be
We ain't showing sympathy
How you say you get to the money remains a mystery (hey)
Talkin' about it but can't show it, nigga you lyin' then
Hood fave, my shit jumping up out the frying pan
You say you gon' do it, why you ain't try it then
You say you gon' do it, why you ain't try it then

Written by:
Jason Critchlow, Karim Kharbouch, John Jackson

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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