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Correct Talk That Talk (Rich Bitch) Lyrics
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Correct Talk That Talk (Rich Bitch)
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[Intro] Yeah, real ghetto bitch Real Atlanta shit, the fuck? Big Bank Beisha Queen of motherfuckin' Atlanta I'm shitting on all these bitches These bitches can't motherfuckin' touch me (Brandin Blanco) Big Birkins, ap's, all that shit, and that's just that on that [Verse 1] I'm on a whole 'nother level, I been in my bag, and I keep getting better I'm getting richer, that ass getting thicker, my diamonds, they keep getting wetter Fuck I look like going back and forth with a little bitch that is not on my level? I do not give a fuck, tell that bitch try her luck, she'll get folded like a pretzel Straight ghetto bitch from Atlanta, but I get bougie, I might bring the Birkin out Pussy pink on the Hermes, make y'all lil' bitches wanna put y'all purses down Hood rich, ghetto shit, got your nigga all in my dm's, he flirtin' now Crazy how they used to talk about me, but now my name all in they searches now Pretty in the face, little in the waist, I talk my shit, I get cocky These bitches wan' be me, these bitches can't see me, got cc all over my body Killing bitches is a hobby (I'm killin' 'em) All of my lingo, they copy (They copyin') Step your shit up, bitch, you sloppy (Sloppy) That shit that you doing is not it My life is great, every night shrimp and steak I pull up on red carpets and they feed me grapes The gangsters fuck with me, put you on a plate Make you part of God's plan, chopper sing just like Drake I'm finna talk some real cash shit, been in my bag, bitch, I'm doing real fine I'm doing better then all of my opps, I pop shit on the 'Gram and in real life [Chorus] Talk that talk, I'ma walk that walk, I only speak facts None of these bitches is seeing me, and that's just that on that Stayed down ten toes, I'm a real bitch I don't play around, I walk in and kill shit Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich bitch I'm a rich bitch, I'm a rich bitch Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich bitch I'm a rich bitch, I'm a rich bitch Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich bitch [Verse 2] I get that bag and I double it, you and your life is in crumbles, bitch (Your life is in crumbles, bitch) I'm tired of all of that humble shit, I come around and they mumbling It ain't my fault you keep fumblin', queen of Atlanta, I'm running it (Queen of Atlanta) I'm your bitch body goals, my booty on swole, my nigga stay rubbin' it (Stay rubbin' it) I made myself popping, I'm self-made, never needed a cosign (Facts) And if they sleeping on me, I'm finna wake 'em up, motherfuck a bedtime Every day, it's a new bitch hating (What?), I tell her to fall in line (Fall in line) Tryna throw shade on name, but these diamonds on me gon' make sure that I always shine, bitch [Chorus] Talk that talk, I'ma walk that walk, I only speak facts None of these bitches is seeing me, and that's just that on that Stayed down ten toes, I'm a real bitch I don't play around, I walk in and kill shit Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich bitch I'm a rich bitch, I'm a rich bitch Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich bitch I'm a rich bitch, I'm a rich bitch Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich bitch
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