Sam Claudio - Cheap Talk

I been straight up dodging all them comments
Time and time again
Ain’t no onyx or diamond
No medallion, I’m commanding
I ain’t the one to fuck with, muh fucker, because
I been straight up dodging all them comments
Time and time again
Ain’t no onyx or diamond
No medallion, I’m commanding
Giving me your two cents, tell me who the fuck asked
You muh fucker
You muh fucker
You muh fucker
Tell me who the fuck asked
You muh fucker
You muh fucker
You muh fucker
You muh fucker
Vertigo, but damn, not even at the top (damn)
Phobia of the paystub, phobia of the drop
Bad moments assured when in pursuit of the guap
Even more when there’s a heaping pile of odds, ‘cause I been
Grinding hard since dropping college
Now all them doubt think I’m on bum shit
But they pockets hugging so are mine and
Your comments ain’t dropping no deposits
Get the fuck from me
Roadblock for me to eat lusciously
Just like the way that K. Dot would speak
Better shade underneath them money trees
That’s the fucking reason why
I been straight up dodging all them comments
Time and time again
Ain’t no onyx or diamond
No medallion, I’m commanding
Giving me your two cents, tell me who the fuck asked
You muh fucker
You muh fucker
You muh fucker
Tell me who the fuck asked
You muh fucker
You muh fucker
You muh fucker
You muh fucker
And they hating on it
I am well aware
Bring a concern to my face or behind my back
But fuck it either way
When we in Calabas
From the balcony top, bitch, you know, imma wave
Pulling all these fans, man, tide is strong
Trinity ride or die, my ties are strong
We CAGE 86, the anti-hero
No right, no wrong, step up and we’ll slice your dome
Mother fucker, can’t knock me off the pedestal
High in the clouds but didn’t munch edibles
They check the flow asses I’m munching from Em
How can I not when it’s fucking candy, hoe?
Acting you snore on me but you well-awoke
‘Cause if I was secret, am a best kept one
I’m next to blow
My chest fucking strapped with bombs
You ain’t Stallone
But still you expendable
Aim for the G-spot
Bitch, you can’t reach far
Ain’t talking these thots
Talking milli life
Miss me with cheap talk
Save those two cents
Bitch, every song
Gold mine with each bar
If I was in the slums, you would talk shit
If I was getting grub, you would talk shit
If I was getting buff, you would talk shit
That‘s why I don’t fuss, no longer give a shit, that’s why
I been straight up dodging all them comments
Time and time again
Ain’t no onyx or diamond
No medallion, I’m commanding
Giving me your two cents, tell me who the fuck asked
You muh fucker
You muh fucker
You muh fucker
Tell me who the fuck asked
You muh fucker
You muh fucker
You muh fucker
You muh fucker

Written by:
Sam Claudio

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