Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
Talk to me nice, yeah
Talk to me nice, look, yeah
Talk to me nice
You know I had to up the price, I walk in Louis V and shit I roll the dice
I spent like five on the ice
These rappers cappin' for the hype, I'm on my nip, hustle, got it from the muscle
If I lap em, do it twice
And we gon' lap and go again
Cry off lost hunnids, I don't cry off lost friends
Niggas unsupportive, got me beggin' for a win
Rain, sleet, or snow, if you my woe, we all in
You want the love or the lust?
Used to niggas movin' reckless I ain't tryin' break the trust
I ain't tryin' hold you hostage, you can move just how you want
Said I'd catch you on the backend, you was creepin' through the front
She love to tell these hoes what's up
My man this, my man that
She love the way I give it up
Tryin' keep this shit in check
She tell bitches I'm a dog and that I bite so please don't pet
Always tryna show me off cause I'm a flex, but I ain't pressed
Love to call me big supa, like a S was on my chest
Cause mami know I'm way too fly, they ain't steppin' how I step
And she won't let me leave her 'lone, she'll get to skits'n like tourettes
Shit I got now, the f*ck is next, keep it movin' with finesse
I put in work plus some more work, I'm givin' more, they givin' less
I ain't sayin' I'm the best, but niggas can't say that they slept
I got this pain all on my mind that's why my hoodies be distressed
I just wish that I was rich, had a dollar and a dream
Tried to get my youngin' movin, now it's rest in peace to Sim
He was lookin' at the door, but it got hard to find the key
Your mom said keep your name alive, it'll get exposed eternally
I had troubles in my right hand, and money in my left
I done almost f*cked the bag up, can't jeopardize what's left
I got missed calls from the fam nem, I respond with a text
Missed calls from some angels that I wish I called them back
Out here lookin' for a brighter day, tryna find my right of way
Workin' on my slight of hand, I'm tryin' get in the slightest way
Never tell them try again, cause they ain't never tried no way
Always carried weight up on my back I never tried the weigh
I get up and I grind away
You gotta talk to me nicely
Gotta keep your head above water, tread lightly
You gotta talk to me nicely
Special type of standards, alot of shit it don't excite me
You gotta talk to me nicely
They said that I'm different, now it's lookin' like I might be
You gotta talk to me nicely
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English
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
Talk to me nice, yeah
Talk to me nice, look, yeah
Talk to me nice
You know I had to up the price, I walk in Louis V and shit I roll the dice
I spent like five on the ice
These rappers cappin' for the hype, I'm on my nip, hustle, got it from the muscle
If I lap em, do it twice
And we gon' lap and go again
Cry off lost hunnids, I don't cry off lost friends
Niggas unsupportive, got me beggin' for a win
Rain, sleet, or snow, if you my woe, we all in
You want the love or the lust?
Used to niggas movin' reckless I ain't tryin' break the trust
I ain't tryin' hold you hostage, you can move just how you want
Said I'd catch you on the backend, you was creepin' through the front
She love to tell these hoes what's up
My man this, my man that
She love the way I give it up
Tryin' keep this shit in check
She tell bitches I'm a dog and that I bite so please don't pet
Always tryna show me off cause I'm a flex, but I ain't pressed
Love to call me big supa, like a S was on my chest
Cause mami know I'm way too fly, they ain't steppin' how I step
And she won't let me leave her 'lone, she'll get to skits'n like tourettes
Shit I got now, the f*ck is next, keep it movin' with finesse
I put in work plus some more work, I'm givin' more, they givin' less
I ain't sayin' I'm the best, but niggas can't say that they slept
I got this pain all on my mind that's why my hoodies be distressed
I just wish that I was rich, had a dollar and a dream
Tried to get my youngin' movin, now it's rest in peace to Sim
He was lookin' at the door, but it got hard to find the key
Your mom said keep your name alive, it'll get exposed eternally
I had troubles in my right hand, and money in my left
I done almost f*cked the bag up, can't jeopardize what's left
I got missed calls from the fam nem, I respond with a text
Missed calls from some angels that I wish I called them back
Out here lookin' for a brighter day, tryna find my right of way
Workin' on my slight of hand, I'm tryin' get in the slightest way
Never tell them try again, cause they ain't never tried no way
Always carried weight up on my back I never tried the weigh
I get up and I grind away
You gotta talk to me nicely
Gotta keep your head above water, tread lightly
You gotta talk to me nicely
Special type of standards, alot of shit it don't excite me
You gotta talk to me nicely
They said that I'm different, now it's lookin' like I might be
You gotta talk to me nicely
Talk to me nice, yeah
Talk to me nice, look, yeah
Talk to me nice
You know I had to up the price, I walk in Louis V and shit I roll the dice
I spent like five on the ice
These rappers cappin' for the hype, I'm on my nip, hustle, got it from the muscle
If I lap em, do it twice
And we gon' lap and go again
Cry off lost hunnids, I don't cry off lost friends
Niggas unsupportive, got me beggin' for a win
Rain, sleet, or snow, if you my woe, we all in
You want the love or the lust?
Used to niggas movin' reckless I ain't tryin' break the trust
I ain't tryin' hold you hostage, you can move just how you want
Said I'd catch you on the backend, you was creepin' through the front
She love to tell these hoes what's up
My man this, my man that
She love the way I give it up
Tryin' keep this shit in check
She tell bitches I'm a dog and that I bite so please don't pet
Always tryna show me off cause I'm a flex, but I ain't pressed
Love to call me big supa, like a S was on my chest
Cause mami know I'm way too fly, they ain't steppin' how I step
And she won't let me leave her 'lone, she'll get to skits'n like tourettes
Shit I got now, the f*ck is next, keep it movin' with finesse
I put in work plus some more work, I'm givin' more, they givin' less
I ain't sayin' I'm the best, but niggas can't say that they slept
I got this pain all on my mind that's why my hoodies be distressed
I just wish that I was rich, had a dollar and a dream
Tried to get my youngin' movin, now it's rest in peace to Sim
He was lookin' at the door, but it got hard to find the key
Your mom said keep your name alive, it'll get exposed eternally
I had troubles in my right hand, and money in my left
I done almost f*cked the bag up, can't jeopardize what's left
I got missed calls from the fam nem, I respond with a text
Missed calls from some angels that I wish I called them back
Out here lookin' for a brighter day, tryna find my right of way
Workin' on my slight of hand, I'm tryin' get in the slightest way
Never tell them try again, cause they ain't never tried no way
Always carried weight up on my back I never tried the weigh
I get up and I grind away
You gotta talk to me nicely
Gotta keep your head above water, tread lightly
You gotta talk to me nicely
Special type of standards, alot of shit it don't excite me
You gotta talk to me nicely
They said that I'm different, now it's lookin' like I might be
You gotta talk to me nicely
Writer: Michael Ramberan
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