My water is so cold, that I think it went frozen
Whack a hater with a racket, but this ain't the U.S. Open
One hundred views in a day, I think that I might be chosen
Make a hater mad from this song, cuz all I talk about is boasting
Counting all my blues and greens, I got diamonds on my ring
People wish to be me, cuz I'm gonna live out my dream
All of you all have really seen
That this was really meant to be
You a hater, you a fiend, back up or I'll hit you with the beam
I be balling in NYC
All these diamonds gon' be on my teeth
Gotta pull the choppa out of the sheath
Trust me I ain't an easy feat
Better start moving your feet
Or I'll have a metal treat
Make a lil boi take a seat
Make him talk right, make him repeat
Woah, I'm just counting all of my dough
Stack em up on my tip-toes
My drip too cold it froze
All of you really know
That I got mad bars on the low
That I got mad bars fa-show
Racks hit the ceiling from the floor
Got the choppa out the window
Fly a private jet straight to Japan
There's too many fans
I almost couldn't land
Walking, doing my dance
I'm the man
Do this cuz I can
I get paid in advance
Fly to France
Stack money until I got no more bands
My neck is screaming water, water, water
I'm killing this beat, man this beat is getting slaughtered
Like I'm Anakin Skywalker, Luke I am your father
"How he got so many bars?" all these haters wonder
My water is so cold, that I think it went frozen
Whack a hater with a racket, but this ain't the U.S. Open
One hundred views in a day, I think that I might be chosen
Make a hater mad from this song, cuz all I talk about is boasting
Counting all my blues and greens, I got diamonds on my ring
People wish to be me, cuz I'm gonna live my dream
All of you all have really seen
That this was really meant to be
You a hater, you a fiend, back up or I'll hit you with the beam
I be balling in NYC
All these diamonds gon' be on my teeth
Gotta pull the choppa out of the sheath
Trust me I ain't an easy feat
Better start moving your feet
Or I'll have a metal treat
Make a lil boi take a seat
Make him talk right, make him repeat
Kid A.I - Talk Lyrics
Kid A.I - Talk Lyrics
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My water is so cold, that I think it went frozen
Whack a hater with a racket, but this ain't the U.S. Open
One hundred views in a day, I think that I might be chosen
Make a hater mad from this song, cuz all I talk about is boasting
Counting all my blues and greens, I got diamonds on my ring
People wish to be me, cuz I'm gonna live out my dream
All of you all have really seen
That this was really meant to be
You a hater, you a fiend, back up or I'll hit you with the beam
I be balling in NYC
All these diamonds gon' be on my teeth
Gotta pull the choppa out of the sheath
Trust me I ain't an easy feat
Better start moving your feet
Or I'll have a metal treat
Make a lil boi take a seat
Make him talk right, make him repeat
Woah, I'm just counting all of my dough
Stack em up on my tip-toes
My drip too cold it froze
All of you really know
That I got mad bars on the low
That I got mad bars fa-show
Racks hit the ceiling from the floor
Got the choppa out the window
Fly a private jet straight to Japan
There's too many fans
I almost couldn't land
Walking, doing my dance
I'm the man
Do this cuz I can
I get paid in advance
Fly to France
Stack money until I got no more bands
My neck is screaming water, water, water
I'm killing this beat, man this beat is getting slaughtered
Like I'm Anakin Skywalker, Luke I am your father
"How he got so many bars?" all these haters wonder
My water is so cold, that I think it went frozen
Whack a hater with a racket, but this ain't the U.S. Open
One hundred views in a day, I think that I might be chosen
Make a hater mad from this song, cuz all I talk about is boasting
Counting all my blues and greens, I got diamonds on my ring
People wish to be me, cuz I'm gonna live my dream
All of you all have really seen
That this was really meant to be
You a hater, you a fiend, back up or I'll hit you with the beam
I be balling in NYC
All these diamonds gon' be on my teeth
Gotta pull the choppa out of the sheath
Trust me I ain't an easy feat
Better start moving your feet
Or I'll have a metal treat
Make a lil boi take a seat
Make him talk right, make him repeat
Whack a hater with a racket, but this ain't the U.S. Open
One hundred views in a day, I think that I might be chosen
Make a hater mad from this song, cuz all I talk about is boasting
Counting all my blues and greens, I got diamonds on my ring
People wish to be me, cuz I'm gonna live out my dream
All of you all have really seen
That this was really meant to be
You a hater, you a fiend, back up or I'll hit you with the beam
I be balling in NYC
All these diamonds gon' be on my teeth
Gotta pull the choppa out of the sheath
Trust me I ain't an easy feat
Better start moving your feet
Or I'll have a metal treat
Make a lil boi take a seat
Make him talk right, make him repeat
Woah, I'm just counting all of my dough
Stack em up on my tip-toes
My drip too cold it froze
All of you really know
That I got mad bars on the low
That I got mad bars fa-show
Racks hit the ceiling from the floor
Got the choppa out the window
Fly a private jet straight to Japan
There's too many fans
I almost couldn't land
Walking, doing my dance
I'm the man
Do this cuz I can
I get paid in advance
Fly to France
Stack money until I got no more bands
My neck is screaming water, water, water
I'm killing this beat, man this beat is getting slaughtered
Like I'm Anakin Skywalker, Luke I am your father
"How he got so many bars?" all these haters wonder
My water is so cold, that I think it went frozen
Whack a hater with a racket, but this ain't the U.S. Open
One hundred views in a day, I think that I might be chosen
Make a hater mad from this song, cuz all I talk about is boasting
Counting all my blues and greens, I got diamonds on my ring
People wish to be me, cuz I'm gonna live my dream
All of you all have really seen
That this was really meant to be
You a hater, you a fiend, back up or I'll hit you with the beam
I be balling in NYC
All these diamonds gon' be on my teeth
Gotta pull the choppa out of the sheath
Trust me I ain't an easy feat
Better start moving your feet
Or I'll have a metal treat
Make a lil boi take a seat
Make him talk right, make him repeat
Writer: Benjamin Rjavinski
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid