Artist: Dave East Album: Black Rose (Mixtape) Song: Talk Typed by: AZ Lyrics Lotta talk, shit don't be about nothin' though Yeah (Lightttt Itttt!) [Chorus] I ain't got time if it ain't about no money you ain't talkin' bout nothin' (Ain't talkin' bout nothin'!) Got a big 40 Cal when I come to your town I ain't walk around frontin' (Not me!) Dancing on the pole but ain't nothin' for Patron she ain't worried bout nothin' (No no) I done been around the globe taking bitches out they clothes you ain't talkin' bout nothin' (Ahh!) [x2] You niggas ain't talkin' bout nothin' these niggas ain't talkin' bout nothin', ain't talkin' bout nothin' These bitches ain't talkin' bout nothin these bitches ain't talkin' bout nothin', ain't talkin' bout nothin' [x2] These niggas ain't talkin' bout shit when they rap they be talkin' bout bricks they ain't talkin' bout grip I be talkin' bout hits tryna touch a billion dollars fore' I R.I.P. tell my mama don't trip (Don't trip!) I be ridin' with the clique and you know we got that iron in the whip if you tried you get hit Hunnid thousand for the whip got some niggas on the island doing dips getting brown like there's a bitch Danny Beamer with the work, Bert Berry on my jacket moving P's of the purp Nicer than your favorite flow the meanest on the earth take a trip to Puerto Rico senoritas make em' twerk Listenin' to Biggie smokin' OG from the Bay I ain't worried bout em but I know they in the way Young and got a tipper I'm just hoping he don't spray got a motherfucking [?] and it's loaded in the K, hey! [Chorus] Gotta get rich for my grandma (Mama!) House full of Coke just like Tony Montana (Tony!) I got a shooter in love with his hammer I got a bitch that's in love cause' I'm handsome Millions I'm dreaming bout No roof on the Porsche and that's sour I'm steaming loud pack got me leanin' out (Leanin!) All that I know is get money and go we got hunnids on the table guns in the living room, bitches in the kitchen titties out like I'm Nino Head cracked five racks off a C-Lo walking down 1st Ave. holes in my peacoat niggas keep testing me Talking bout cooking up I got the recipe ducking this felony Harassed at the border put molly in water these bitches undressing me Think of money I never seen Beef in Bronx and it's never green dirty paper shit never clean Pull up in the black oldschool with a new gun Niggas ain't gon' stop shooting till the news come Flame spitter nigga I could use a new tongue walking through the Bronx nigga feeling like the new Pun ahhh! [Chorus x2]