Future Brown

Future Brown - Talkin Bandz lyrics

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Ft. Shawnna & DJ Victoriouz

(Hook x2)

I be Talkin Bandz, I be Talkin Bandz

If you ain't talkin' money, ain't make business me

I be Talkin Bandz, I be Talkin Bandz

20.000 dollas in my Robbins, man

(Verse: Future Brown)

Look, I stay smokin' on that loud shit, loud pack, that loudness

I'm out this bitch stuntin' mainly on yo chick

Don't like none of this, fuck with this

You will need your bucket list

Trust me, I'm not the bitch you thought

Wasn't gon' bust this shit

Bang bang on these beat hoes

Throwin' money like Fritos

You mad cuz he chose and I'm stuntin' chips like Fritos

Burritos, I'm in Heathrow

Gin and juice and my feet cold

Six inch in em heels got that strap on em

And when the beat go

Ye ain't nothin' like me, hoe

Asian girl, I call 'er Mihoe

Big money, she a bad bitch

Keep she sum' and give me mo'

Pussy wetter than Nemo

Money longer than the sea flow

She mad cuz she sellin' them sea shells on the sea shore

See, hoe, I'm not like that otha shit

Don't compare me to no otha bitch

My wrist game like butter whips

So please get off my mothership

Cuz I'm high, don't know when I might come down

Niggas in my clique move like they the feds

Cuz ya neva know when they might come down

Nigga

(Hook x2)

I be Talkin Bandz, I be Talkin Bandz

If you ain't talkin' money, ain't make business me

I be Talkin Bandz, I be Talkin Bandz

20.000 dollas in my Robbins, man

(Verse 2: Shawnna)

Uh, Shawnna, look, it's hershe 2 with these fuck hoes

No tappin' these fuck hoes

Shawty got that good dick, me don't even let pussy inside those

We A1 and they rocked up, long money, he stacked up

Two robbers got one Bentley, one Aston Martin needs backed up

And I'm pullin' up in that loose shit

Got a new neck, got a new wrist

And y'all niggas gon' have much

Y'all knew this and that's Ludacris

I got an iced out crucifix

Fans out in Budapest

I don't speak that language, but they say it mean, you the best

Like who the b,,, you the best!

Kill the beat and I do the rest

That loud movement all through my chest

The opportunity blast, shoot and fetch

And I've been rich since childhood

And I still sip that Wild Wood

Hoe tryin' to get next-imated

Like damn, ya breeze, I'm like y'all good

Rich bitches in the yawl hood, y'all ain't boomin', nigga

Y'all should, Layn out on that white sip, that dark tint'll be all good

I'm gettin' money the long way, fuck you and what y'all sayn

Y'all hate but I'm gettin' money

All night, all day

(Hook x2)

I be Talkin Bandz, I be Talkin Bandz

If you ain't talkin' money, ain't make business me

I be Talkin Bandz, I be Talkin Bandz

20.000 dollas in my Robbins, man

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