[Intro]
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah n***a it's the same n***a on that same shit
Never changed when
N***as switched up just for the payment
That was some lame shit
Remember I use to hit a stain quick
That petty change shit
Tryna get all my n***as out the struggle that we came in
Really, I ain’t got time for these fools
Tryna make shit shake and bust moves
Really, I just gotta win so you lose
N***a you ain't too cool to be schooled
A n***a shine too hard to throw shade
Really, I ain't got too much to prove
Ya girly she say that she wanna hang
And I just might I don’t like to be rude
I'm just like what you try to be dude
The real deal now ya bitch want a feel
A real freak now the bitch wanna film
The shit leak, it wasn't me
I'm just tryna get M's like MmmMmm
Smoking that good n***a MmmMmm
Just made a right off of Glenwood
Bumping my shit through the Kenwood
[Chorus]
N***as talkin' shit
We don't hear ‘em
We don't listen
Run they mouth like hoes
N***as gossip more than bitches
Got your honey on the phone
And she talkin’ bout she wit it
Got a neck piece full of stones
Little n***a mind ya business
N***as talkin’ shit
We don't hear ‘em
We don’t listen
Run they mouth like hoes
N***as gossip more than bitches
Got your honey on the phone
And she talkin' bout she wit it
Got a neck piece full of gold
Little n***a mind ya business

[Verse 2]
Money on the phone
Little n***a mind ya business
Neck piece full of stones
Hit the light and blind ya vision
I won't take her to my home
I can't show her where I’m livin'
When a n***a make it on
Change my number, Imma switch it
Riding on the chrome, if I'm in it then it's tinted
9 times out of 10, if you in it then it's rented
N***as ain't
Ain't never had shit cause you spend it before you get it
Act like you rich, n***a who you kidding
Pockets on empty so now you stealing
And I need it all back I mean all that
Tell them n***as to fall back
Young Luke in the cut wit a ball bat
Dez creeping up where ya broad at
Lando got the bottles ‘n all that
Ready to squabble ‘n all that
Missed call from a model, ain't call back
Damn, why she all on my ball sack?
I gotta eat
I'm paying the bills
You n***as sleep
‘N slipping for real
You wanna be
In the street and the field
I'm tryna be
Rich as uncle Phil, for real
You n***as better think twice ‘n go ‘n get ya money right
And Brown just got a new chain so the n***a think he shining now
[Chorus]
N***as talkin' shit
We don't hear ‘em
We don't listen
Run they mouth like hoes
N***as gossip more than bitches
Got your honey on the phone
And she talkin' bout she wit it
Got a neck piece full of stones
Little n***a mind ya business
N***as talkin' shit
We don't hear ‘em
We don't listen
Run they mouth like hoes
N***as gossip more than bitches
Got your honey on the phone
And she talkin' bout she wit it
Got a neck piece full of gold
Little n***a mind ya business