Two 16's (feat. Valee)

Now we can talk some shit

ChaseTheMoney, ChaseTheMoney

Now we can talk some shit, damn

Now we can talk some shit (Z Money)

Now we can talk some shit

Just ate a box of Pop-Tarts, drunk and fucked up off this Wockhardt

Beat it down, now rerock it, the kitchen smell like fart fart

Sellin' blow on Low list got me hustlin' in my Carhartt

Lil' bitch don't make my dick hard, I really don't wanna pay y'all

Got killas just like Adolf, I'm working, cannot layoff

I swear this shit gon' pay off (True)

Hit out the park like he gone, Z Money make the playoffs

Talkin' 'bout them bricks on each song, I hurt his feelings, he wrong

I'm a dope boy, got my beep on, Mercedes what I see most

Smokin' big bongs just like Cheech Chong, I came in with my heat on

Now we can talk some shit

Yves Saint Laurent book bag on my back

Don't look back, crack the roof back

Shop at Fogo de Chao, bitch, not Outback

'Sace foot slides, matte black

Fashion, peacoat cost twelve, thirteen

Small block, out back, plastic dip coupe

No clear coat, use my phone, start that

Bitch start fussin', I'm like ho, don't start that

Super sport with frog eyes, double parked at Five Guys

Hope you don't run up, bitch, I'll toe-tag you

Shoot you five times, Christian Louboutins sneaks

Five racks, lean was gone, refill that, flow mad sticky, spill that

Louis Vuitton print wallet hanging from my garment by Cuban link

Now we can talk some shit

Now we can talk some shit

Now we can talk some shit

Now we, now we, now we can talk some shit

Now, now we can talk some shit