Bleep All Da Talk

Pablo was going with more than five million dollars a week

Estabas gastando mucha plata, Pablo

Usted lava el dinero?

Eso me fue lo que hizo Al Capone, pies

Al Capone nunca tuvo tanto billete, Pablo

Oh, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Turn it, turn it

Turn it, turn it, turn it, turn it

Ow!

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

I'm with lil' girlie, no running back

Babies, we bring me, I throw it up

East Coast, old ****, you know what's up

Lately, I been off of four and up

They talkin' me out, I'm just blowin' up

My speakers is knockin', ain't goin' up

You fuckin' and suckin', you go with that

****, don't want my remote

Fryin' no more and we dumpin' no more

No, no, it's that's up, it's that's up, it's that's up

And that's from my Tiga Waller with a portland

Y'all don't be on me, but she's a walker

She on my nine, they say she's so important

She got that throwback, ballin' lil' George

Best friend Scott, that's just what I'm scoring

Swear she about to get rich

Little bitch (Little bitch)

Little bitch (Little bitch)

Stop playin' and do it for a while

I could change your life by tomorrow

I'm all about the peso

I want extra chips and queso

Thinkin' about stuff when I run

Wanna get a **** fifty shots like Big Brother

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

My amigo, you sure with that guapo

You know ain't no comin' back (My amigo, my amigo)

Got a hundred ****, that's a hundred packs

And a hundred straps (Tranquillo, tranquillo)

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

Fuck all that talk, where the money at? (Wow)

My amigo you sure with that guapo

You know ain't no comin' back (My amigo, my amigo)

Got a hundred ****, that's a hundred packs

And a hundred straps (Tranquillo, tranquillo)

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

Time for the top to my head team

Matty Gang know I'm runnin' that

I give no fuck 'bout no rap dream

These **** lookin' on slop (On slop)

I just got blood and we'll pop (We'll pop)

Big homie gave me the light

My soldiers just hit me like

Reel it out, I'm saying

Ain't a **** around me here playing

When that shit come to me, they spraying

Whole 59 days we laying

Not political, bout residual, wolves individual, independent

Bitch, we winning

Affiliation wrecked, this is new beginning

Run down, yeah

Everything is really with it

Got fanny still living in the poker pen

We was dead broke, just had poker pen

Now when a **** eat, don't joke with me

Tryna jump top, like Trump here

If we ain't been here, don't come here

**** love playing rubber guns here

That's every shit we do for fun here

If you ain't here, don't come here

If you ain't here, don't front here

Lil' stupid ass, get your ass up here

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

Fuck all that talk, where the money at? (Wow)

My amigo you sure with that guapo

You know ain't no comin' back (My amigo, my amigo)

Got a hundred ****, that's a hundred packs

And a hundred stacks (Tranquillo, tranquillo)

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

Fuck all that talk, where the money at?

Fuck all that talk, where the money at? (Wow)

My amigo you sure with that guapo

You know ain't no comin' back (My amigo, my amigo)

Got a hundred ****, that's a hundred packs

And a hundred straps (Tranquillo, tranquillo)

Soy el fuego que arde tu piel

Soy el agua que mata tu sed

El castillo, la torre, yo soy la espada que guarda el caudal

Tú el aire que respiro yo, y la luz de la luna en el mar

La garganta que ansío mojar, que temo ahogar, te amo

Igual estes deseos me vas a atar

Oh, oh, oh

Dices tú mi tesoro, basta con mirarlo

Oh, oh, oh

Y tú me usarás

Y tú me usarás