Talkin' Bout lyrics

(feat. Chris Brown & Wiz Khalifa)

Trippin' niggas

Lt's get retch

2 x Hook:
I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out
They talkin' shit but they hidin' out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin' bout
I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out
They talkin' shit but they hidin' out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin' bout

Rack got the rack, I got the sack
Get the bump beans, pack up the pack
Stay with the mean and 2 cups in the zip
Juicy don't find that, just end of the clips
blowin' like cash, out of the gas
Pay on their sticks and they run up and blast
Next time you're seeing this face on the shirt
Next time you're ridin' stretched limo hearse
see why you niggas mad nigga
That to me you so cash nigga
Stuffed in a Louie bag nigga
Juicy J be that nigga
Big bag and that's pain killer
Codeine in my drink killer
Mostly niggas be lyin' sayin' they is but ain't killers
Nigga wanna play with me, I'ma break his mouth
Give my youngins, they a do it, I'ma bring 'em out
Damn they on your ass then they flyin' takin' off
Nigga we gon' take a life before we take a loss

2 x Hook:
I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out
They talkin' shit but they hidin' out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin' bout
I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out
They talkin' shit but they hidin' out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin' bout

My diamonds sing like Ray J homie, every day's a payday
Rollin up that KK, now it's going down like mayday
All my niggas be chillin', stackin money to the ceiling
used to smoke out the parking lot, now we owning a building oh
Used to tell niggas I was gonna here but they ain't really understand
Now they see me in that brand new Rari and start to think I'm the man
Now my jeans cost a grand, now my draws fill the stands
Now they see that I'm ballin cuz I have to bring in them bands uh
Now when niggas be tourin, now my money be foreign
All my niggas be scorin, section very important
I'm cakin up, you fakin up,
I'm rollin weed when I'm wakin up
Instead of talkin shit and try to hate my nuts
Just grab a drink, come drink with us

[2 x Hook:]

Okay, okay
Front page, I'm on the news
Nigga call me a dropout
Real nigga, 100
Never needing no copout
Diamonds on my chain just pop off
You already know what I'm bout
Got bad bitches from overseas but I need a big ass from the south
Look at us, we made it
Bottles up in the air now
25 racks a night, give a fuck bout swinging your hair out
Getting trippy man with some frisky things
I am the shit and you niggas ain't
'Cause if I mention yall I'ma make you famous
You still ain't nothing, I'm stainless
We famous, anything you want right now
Baby girl just name it
And I'ma get real deep in the pussy
The number one nigga, ain't no need for replacement
Getting in my spaceship, I'm high as a bitch, fly as a bitch
Okay Juicy and Wiz, every day we do this shit

2 x Hook:
I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out
They talkin' shit but they hidin' out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin' bout
I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out
They talkin' shit but they hidin' out
Real niggas know what I'm talkin' bout

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