Talk Q Da Fool

[Verse 1]
Drug money I can teach you how to trap
Hi-tech or I'm prolly drinking Act
Everything right, Chanel
Bum ass niggas wearing designer mismatch
I had to go get me some get back
I'm shooting first, bitch, I don't shoot back
I got the lock on the back of my shoe
I put my dick on the back of your boo
I start bagging ones, then I start bagging two
Real trap nigga, this shit in my roots
Get rid of the gas, get rid of the boot
If you a op, then I get rid of you
You can't skip, hop a wall with the fool
You need money just to talk to the fool
You wasn't with me out here pulling no moves
You say you love me, but you wishing I lose

[Hook]
You need money just to talk
Bitch nigga, raise your hand when you talk
I pray to God I don't get caught
I swear to God these lil niggas like to talk
Fuck a drive-by, cuz I like to walk
Complete a muder, bitch I don't do assault
These niggas talking and they like to throw salt
Need money, cuz I don't like to talk