Ca$h Tre - BTB (Talk a Lot)

Yeah
Really don't talk a lot (Really don't talk)
Might fuck 'round, buy the block (Buy the block)
Roll weed, roll by the cops (By the cops)
This shit won't ever stop (Never stop)
We really don't talk a lot
Whoa, whoa
Really don't talk a lot
Whoa, whoa
We really don't talk a lot
Want big bankroll (Big bankroll)
Gon' feed my folks (Feed my folks)
Then spend it on clothes (Spend it on clothes)
We really don't talk a lot
Whoa, whoa
We really don't talk a lot
Whoa, whoa
I do this shit for the ones that said I wouldn't make it
Gon' make this cash and I'll be damned if they gon' take it
That 196, that's where I'm from, that's where they raised me
And I still got dawgs in the hood that's pulling capers
Still trap out the station (Out the station)
Feds, we gotta shake em (Gotta shake)
Get it how you live, I'm a 305 baby (305 baby)
I just broke off on a bitch, I ain't with her vibe, baby
Please don't cry, baby
You just not my type, baby
I've been getting mine daily
Getting my racks
Momma said, "Be patient"
Don't blow it, let it stack
Boy, I feel like Tom Brady
Got 12 up on my back
I'm gon make them crackas pay me, they gon hate it cause I'm black
That's a fact
Really don't talk a lot (Really don't talk)
Might fuck 'round, buy the block (Buy the block)
Roll weed, roll by the cops (By the cops)
This shit won't ever stop (Never stop)
We really don't talk a lot
Whoa, whoa
Really don't talk a lot
Whoa, whoa
We really don't talk a lot
Want big bankroll (Big bankroll)
Gon' feed my folks (Feed my folks)
Then spend it on clothes (Spend it on clothes)
We really don't talk a lot
Whoa, whoa
We really don't talk a lot
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Angels 'round my soul
Demons, leave me 'lone
They want me to fold
Give my bro parole
Let my people go
Don't abide the law, but we do live by the code
When my dawg get out, we gon' buy out the store
I made a hundred plays, now watch me make some more
I make these songs, I'm tryna give my people hope
So when I blow, the hood gon' treat me like the pope
Yeah, don't really fuck with them posers
Momma raised a soldier
Gon' get the cake like I told ya
Cop her that new Rover
Wake 'em up like Folgers
Put the gang on my shoulder
Put my wrist on polar
Run the game, no controller, 'troller
Really don't talk a lot (Really don't talk)
Might fuck 'round, buy the block (Buy the block)
Roll weed, roll by the cops (By the cops)
This shit won't ever stop (Never stop)
We really don't talk a lot
Whoa, whoa
Really don't talk a lot
Whoa, whoa
We really don't talk a lot
Want big bankroll (Big bankroll)
Gon' feed my folks (Feed my folks)
Then spend it on clothes (Spend it on clothes)
We really don't talk a lot
Whoa, whoa
We really don't talk a lot
Whoa, whoa

Written by:
Tre' Thompson

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