Stalley – Let’s Talk About It (New Wave Album)


[Verse 2]
Talk about it let’s talk about it, envy
You flex you still a loser, what a drag
Or carry automatics long as pool sticks
Being a junkie is the new cool ish
Sitting on four 4gs, my life gordy
Let’s talk about it, women
Everybody wanna talk about it, women

Everybody wanna talk about it, envy
Every joint long as a metric ruler
Ain’t gon’ stop ’til I’m leaving on top
The coupé white, the rims powdered , I stunt too
Ain’t no talking to my bag I’ll confront you
I flex, Lex Luther
I been balling like Asian Jeweler
Everybody wanna talk about it
Let’s talk about it, diamonds
It’s odd in this war Stalley sons zoo
Or get real gangster and 86 your shit
I got knowledge in this bag I can front you

Let’s talk about it, hate
Never take it for granted
Joe Stones with millionaire blacks
I can care less about your money goals
Now let’s talk about it, money
Loving condition, a blueprint to a millionaire start
I drop jewels like 47th and 6th
Whole bunch of gun bars but ain’t spraying nothing
[Hook]
Talk about it let’s talk about it, diamonds
Live for the day, do drugs it’ll help with the pain
One mission I’m something different
Let’s talk about it, diamonds
It’s a blessing what I made from these tracks

But who am I to talk about it?
[Hook]
Money don’t drive me, I steer from the heart
How I made it this should be on Ripley’s, believe it or not
No comparison, I’m Micky Arison with the bag
Talk about it let’s talk about it, me
I swear niggas stay fronting
[Verse 1]
Now everybody wanna talk about it
Everybody’s motto pop a bottle
Granted I been the man
I’m ten toes in a Rolls
I’m on South Beach lobster and crab

So let’s talk about it, money
Everybody wanna talk about it, hate
Everybody wanna talk about it, success
Beautiful Rolls with the prick lease
A real one all the real ones come run to
Freak a model f- tomorrow, fuck tomorrow
Loose lips ain’t saying nothing
Since I seeped through them cracks
Niggas really don’t want beef unless it come from roof crips
Let niggas hang themselves who am I to talk ’em out it?