Gabe King - Talk To Me Nice (feat. Kyle Volt)

Woah, oh, oh
(AyoWhit)

Talk to me nice or don't speak on my name
I'm in love with music this ain't all about fame
If I had a dollar every time someone made a claim
I'd be jumpin' in a pile going straight to the bank yeah, yeah
Homie better get your bag up
Headed straight for six figures, Ion' like to brag much
Wish you good luck tryna' pass us
The last ones that tried been stuck in the past oh yeah

Had a bad bitch but I fumbled the bag
It's all good you know I ain't goin' out sad
Had to level up, had to get this money right
Three years later now we got it on site yeah, yeah
Look how far we came
We used to dream for Honda Civics, now we can't drive the SS in the rain
Look what we went through
I used to drown myself in work, now I'm running out of things that I gotta do
Went from an Audi to an SRT
You say you want the talk, but the talk's too cheap
Girl you gotta pay for my time
Imma superstar baby and I ain't in my prime yeah, yeah

Talk to me nice or don't speak on my name
I'm in love with music this ain't all about fame
If I had a dollar every time someone made a claim
I'd be jumpin' in a pile going straight to the bank yeah, yeah
Homie better get your bag up
Headed straight for six figures, Ion' like to brag much
Wish you good luck tryna' pass us
The last ones that tried been stuck in the past oh yeah

I ain't been to Florida but know I'm Rolling Loud
You can smell the fact that I broke down a pound
It ain't graduation but you cappin' buy a gown
Blowing through your money while I'm saving
That's why you poppin' pills like the Matrix
I be rolling sticky green then I face it
Unless I'm with the gang then I put it in rotation
Talking blizzy after blizzy, always on my stizzy
Addicted to my hustle, think my past life was Nipsey
Rockin' with K. Volt your girl let me sign her titties
Boy you act saditty, it's a pity, turnt your city up
Nick with that cannon wild n' out cause I don't give a fuck

Talk to me nice or don't speak on my name
I'm in love with music this ain't all about fame
If I had a dollar every time someone made a claim
I'd be jumpin' in a pile going straight to the bank yeah, yeah
Homie better get your bag up
Headed straight for six figures, Ion' like to brag much
Wish you good luck tryna' pass us
The last ones that tried been stuck in the past oh yeah

Written by:
Gabriel King, Kyle Lee

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Peermusic Publishing

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