We Can Talk

Lyrics

[Intro] (KMoney made this) [Verse 1: BandGang Biggs] Drums bangin' like the marching band (Graah) Big hollow tips comin' at your head (Boom, boom, bang) You wanted it with us, now, nigga, make your bed 'Cause when I bump into you, I'ma paint your ass Big Money BandGang, fuck your corporation (Fuck y'all niggas) Leanin' off an eight, bitch, it look like I'm plankin' Red shirt, red bottoms, I look like Satan You don't wanna talk money, boy, stop fakin' Blowed off a quarter, shit, my eyes stuffed How the fuck I'ma get home? Bitch, my eyes shut Let your bitch push the whip like she on somethin' And later I'ma fuck her like she stole somethin' Hermes X Gucci, Louis and Ruccis Four-fives, Glocks, Rugers and Uzis Fuck with me, we hit the room, get head in jacuzzis Money longer than the clips, this shit like a movie I'm a savage, tote 9s, 30s and chops Keep dissin' in them songs, I'ma burn your block (Up, nigga) Your bitch blowin' up my phone, blowin' up my spot She gotta get the fuck on, she makin' my shit hot [Chorus: BandGang Paid Will & BandGang Masoe] We can talk about money, we can talk about clothes We can talk about coupes, we've been fuckin' bad hoes We can talk about trips, we can talk about blues Gold Giuseppes smash the presi', these thousand dollar shoes Niggas know who really gettin' it We can talk about money, we can talk about clothes We can talk about coupes, we've been fuckin' bad hoes We can talk about trips, we can talk about blues Gold Giuseppes smash the presi', these thousand dollar shoes [Verse 2: BandGang Paid Will] I ran through a thirty-ball, I wasn't smart with that shit (At all) I could've stacked it up, I could've bought a new whip (I could've did a lot of shit) I could've got some pills, hit Mas and took a trip (What up, bro?) Could've got disrespectful and bought an ass [?] (I should've did that shit, man) I'm the motherfuckin' man and I know I am (Already know) I can touch a hundred bands, bitch, I know I can Oh, that's your main bitch? Boy, you know I rammed We know y'all from way back, y'all some super hams Let's talk about coupes, I drove ten of those (Skrrt) Talk about fuckin' bitches, hit a hundred hoes (Fuck some dots) BandGang or no gang, my niggas really froze (BandGang) Been ballin' on y'all and we ain't even grown (We ain't grown, nigga) Let's talk about when Uncle P had that black Bentley (What up, unc'?) Black nigga gold wrist, his nickname "[?]" (Y'all dumb) Drop Bron season, now we fuckin' up the city (Whole city) Ain't no niggas in my age range fuckin' with me (At all) [Chorus: BandGang Paid Will & BandGang Masoe] We can talk about money, we can talk about clothes We can talk about coupes, we've been fuckin' bad hoes We can talk about trips, we can talk about blues Gold Giuseppes smash the presi', these thousand dollar shoes Niggas know who really gettin' it We can talk about money, we can talk about clothes We can talk about coupes, we've been fuckin' bad hoes We can talk about trips, we can talk about blues Gold Giuseppes smash the presi', these thousand dollar shoes Niggas know who really gettin' it [Verse 3: BandGang Masoe] Fuck the broke niggas, I'm up now, I get love in these clothes Sittin' in that jacuzzi with the buffs on, marble on marble [?], that's money Let's talk Benji, that's my best friend (Nigga) I can make twenty in my sleep, better invest, lil' nigga I done spill more pills than you crumb niggas seen And I done sold more M-30s than you broke niggas dream I like cash and big bills so I can stuff it come on Speakin' in cash, close to Nipsey, but my [?]s say you on On God, and by the way, free Hundred Bandman Milli And Pistol Pete with fifty G's, you broke niggas so silly Heard he got ten but ran through twenty before them boys came to get him (Came to get him, nigga) Blue hundreds, purple fifties like a paint just hit me Come get me Ready for alore, bitch, we got choppers galore Cuz sick the gang just turned his main bitch to a snore Even Z got Jesus on, you gotta say, "Thank the Lord" (Amen) Just got a load, two hundred blows, nigga, pull up to explore, money [Chorus: BandGang Paid Will, BandGang Masoe, BandGang Javar] We can talk about money, we can talk about clothes We can talk about coupes, we've been fuckin' bad hoes We can talk about trips, we can talk about blues Gold Giuseppes smash the presi', these thousand dollar shoes Niggas know who really gettin' it We can talk about money, we can talk about clothes We can talk about coupes, we've been fuckin' bad hoes (Y'all niggas talk stupid) We can talk about trips, we can talk about blues (Y'all know who got that chicken) Gold Giuseppes smash the presi', these thousand dollar shoes Niggas know who really gettin' it [Verse 4: BandGang Javar] Talkin' Skywalk, you must confuse you with your mama (Silverspoon) Hop out that Maybach, doors confuse me with Obama (It a presi') Pussy, tell the truth if you gon' talk about me (And we know the rest) Still to fucked your bitch crew, don't bring her back around Mathematician, talk 'bout more numbers than your math final We know you ain't talkin' money, you just eavesdropping (Take a seat) Niggas out here Twitter thuggin', tweeting 'bout they problems To make us like them fireworks, I'm talkin' pocket rocket Just the other day, a pussy tried to test I called DD for that chop, he called 9-11 I left in that charger, he left on a stretcher I should be a teacher, pussy learned his lesson (Lame) Always got them bands on me, thought I told you niggas (Bands) Instagram'ed a fifty strip just to show you niggas (BandLife) BandGang or no gang, so it's fuck you niggas (The fam') Now let's talk competition, bro, who fuckin' with us? [Outro: BandGang Javar] Nobody