Talk 2 Me Lyrics - Singles - Wale

Talk 2 me Wale 

you know we had to do it again bruh bruh 

Talk 2 me 

Talk 2 me 

Talk 2 me 

Talk 2 me 

Talk 2 me 

Talk 2 me 

[Wale] 

what up bankhead 

Hey lil mama whats your name 

Im wale but they call me great 

PRPS cover my eight's 

uhh, lemme switch my pace 

No rims on my Benz-o 

Just tint hoe and good endo 

I love a girl that think alot 

Cause sex with me is mental 

That mental, that brain power 

my J rolled and that thing loud 

Thats OG, I OD 

my hoes loud but im low key 

Its no drought were I be 

bitch no police, heres fire wings 

Dats five piece thats how I be 

im proud of me im so G 

im carry out with it 

who are yall kiddin 

N-gga I live it cant get in my business 

Cant get with my bitches 

Cant get my lyrics 

I dont give five shits come get with my skrilla 

Killa I roller cheese blazed 

high as fuck and feelin great 

I thought I was out Atlanta 

But God damn im outta space 

Bitch no days off 

And I aint got no breaks 

And I dont take these bitches out 

I make pyjama dates 

Feed them to some convo 

and some wine 

and take a condom break 

If she dont fake I work that p-ssy out 

like it was outta shape 

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[Chorus] 

I get money then I'm gone that's a hard pill to swallow 

I got money on my phone if you talkin have a convo 

Throwin hundreds then im gone you cant go to the places I go 

(never) 

when that money calls I holla back 

cause gettin to this dough is all I know 

I holla back 

I holla back 

I holla back 

I holla back 

I holla back 

I holla back 

I holla back 

I holla back 

[Wale] 

huh, 

She wanna be grown 

I know that is your bitch 

but she wont leave me 'lone 

look, she love me from them poems 

and them songs, in my zone 

and im gone and she gone 

But she gone home 

she say no and she say she on 

n-gga f-ck that 

she gone open up we gone puff dat 

coconuts ciroc where Puff at? 

Never fall in love dont cuff dat 

while y'all foreplay I punt that 

4 downs 

more rounds 

more vodka 

more brown 

more broads 

more loud 

more money to count 

Yeah you know I'm gettin right 

Bet they on my dick tonight 

all my women fly as shit 

why your bitches scared of heights? 

why these broads hear my late call 

start rushing over runnin lights? 

why they try to see my flow 

but they know dats outta sight 

my Polo cost ends 

and bitch im dolo 

f-ck friends, so all who dont know 

I'm in so take a photo 

my fit is sick as shit cant find these shoes 

unless you was out in 92? 

rest in peace that DJ Am, Clark Kent 

Dats my f-ckin dude 

lets go 

[Chorus] 

[Roscoe Dash] 

Money's on the mental 

my efforts monumental 

I go more than mental 

this is more than redbull the window 

he's coming 

thats what these hoes say 

just Patron and Rose 

got these hoes, oops these cameras keep on rolling 

from start until explosion 

they down to do it all 

I call em US open 

big money I can't fold it 

it calls me like I owe it 

I dont car nothin bout it 

I hit the mall and blow it 

my money's ever lasting 

if you seen me, you would know it 

I swear money's all I know 

green I go, I'm Ford focused 

I know they mad I'm on 

but thats too bad cause err sh-t 

Im here to stay I brought my bags 

[Chorus]