Talk To Me Nice

[Intro: Meek Mill]

Meek Milly, uh

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

I'm gettin' head in my Lambo (Lambo)

Too many sticks in my bando (Yeah)

All we talk is that brick talk (Brick talk)

Nigga Kyrie with the handles (Skrrt, skrrt)

Everybody poppin' this lit shit (Lit shit)

'Til we come blow out your candles (Brr)

Young nigga poppin' that big shit (Big shit)

And I stay strapped like a sandal, woah, wait (Shee)

Chanel on my bitch

Ain't gotta tell you to tell that I'm rich

Get out of pocket, we murder your dog, forty start barkin' and turn him a vic'

Spin on the opps, we gon' murder the boss, I put the call and they comin' to hit

Strappin' like we never heard of the law, one thing about me, I'm never gon' snitch, huh

You was just talkin' that justice reform, fuck is you doin'? Aw, man

I been in the trap all week, niggas cookin' popcorn and sellin' hard tan (Yeah)

Shorty wanna Netflix, chill, I don't rеally, really wanna kick it, Van Damme (Yeah)

I'm thе type fuck a bad bitch first night, then kick the ho out like Pam

[Chorus: Blxst]

Ayy (Ayy)

I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice

Might designer the couch and fuck up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah)

Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to fuck up her life (Fuck up her life)

The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight

Fifty pack, all blue face

It come a few ways, yeah, yeah

I go too cray, if I do say so myself

This my new bae, she go two way, well, well

I go too crazy, if I do say so myself

[Verse 2: The Game]

Where the steppers at? (Where the steppers at?)

I came to step on shit (Step on shit)

Where the weapons at? (Where the weapons at?)

I'm on my FN shit (FN shit)

Been had a fifty clip

He wasn't on my second shit

This album got Ye on it, startin' to feel like a testament

I throw them money bags, yo, that's why my section lit

And you can tell which one of these hoes just gave me head, she suckin' on peppermints

Grammy nominated, forty million records sold, that's not what a legend is

The Draco is camouflage 'cause inside of the Fendi is leopard print

Niggas still smokin' chronic? Psh, I got a bitch in the Netherlands, all out of element

Took her to Dr. Miami and now she look better than Evelyn

She got a Drac' too, swingin' like it's the trunk on an elephant

I fucked her on day two, hot sauce in the condom, we killin' the evidence

They killin' rap niggas, I'm losin' competitors

I pull up in a red Rolls, stop givin' flowers to niggas I'm better than

Me versus everybody, nigga, it is what I said it is

And you know I'm gang related, let us in, I came with my relatives

And tonight—

[Chorus: Blxst]

Ayy (Ayy)

I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice

Might designer the couch and fuck up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah)

Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to fuck up her life (Fuck up her life)

The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight

Fifty pack, all blue face

It come a few ways, yeah, yeah

I go too cray, if I do say so myself

This my new bae, she go two way, well, well

I go too crazy, if I do say so myself

[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]

Talk to me nice, lil' bitch

I'm loaded, don't ask for the price of shit (Don't do that)

Too player, it's in me, not on me, I'll stick knock a ho in a Nike fit (Yeah, yeah)

Put on for my clique, I'm real as it gets

'Fore I purchased the drank, I gave it a kiss

Had to make sure it's right (Mwah)

They tryna say we bipolar (Why?), me and this Glock got a switch

Fifty somethin' racks for a six-hour flight

Just to turn back around, I'ma be back tonight

Talk to me nice, you don't get to meet twice (Nah)

Fuck all them blogs tryna use me for hype (Bitch)

In the bando with no lights where you find us (Been trappin')

We was just minors (Back then)

Money in front of me, bullshit behind us (Focus)

We just vibin', don't mind us (Yeah, yeah)

Bloody Lamborghini Urus

She was moppin' while I'm steerin'

AR pistol, I'm insured

Won't let you take me from my children

Choppers, brr, brr

VVS's chillin', burr

No cut, all I sip is pure

Fly before I board the Lear (Big Bagg)

[Chorus: Blxst]

Ayy (Ayy)

I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice

Might designer the couch and fuck up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah)

Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to fuck up her life (Fuck up her life)

The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight

Fifty pack, all blue face

It come a few ways, yeah, yeah

I go too cray, if I do say so myself

This my new bae, she go two way, well, well

I go too crazy, if I do say so my—