All of That Talk

Lyrics

[Chorus: T.I. & B.O.B.] You know we never gave a damn 'bout what any man said But keep talking that shit, gon' be on your head I know a sucka ain't finna like shit that I do And that's the main reason we don't give a shit about you Nun else to cook up Looking for a nigga, better look up Chris Paul with the flow, the nigga shook up Look how many points a nigga put up All of that talking, all of that talking don't get you nowhere (Fuck all of that talk) All of that talk, all of that talking don't get you nowhere [Verse 1: T.I.] These niggas ain't nothing like me Get a little money and they wanna act funny, it's just fuck niggas far as I see Keep kicking this shit, tai chi (Hi-yah) You niggas soft, sweet, like Hi-Chew (Yum yum) I'm allergic to the nigga, achoo And we the bankroll mob, GD, OD, nigga, we don't give a fuck about you Okay now back up the truck, hit the breaks, run thе tab up with us, bitch paid Get cash up, cause this shit gon' get tragic hеre today On the highway to get paid, I'm in the fast lane, bitch get out my way Gone with that Blasé, get popped going my way I'm a young rich nigga, have it my way Ain't built like these sucka niggas now a days I pull a nigga bitch I'm doin' it the fly way Put her on the PJ, we fly away, wheels off When she told me all she did was the molly and the coke And the Lean, nigga you can put the pills up Gave a nigga head, it was real good Hit that pussy yesterday and it was still good May I be straightforward, keep that fuck shit far away from me Cause there won't be no arguing, no pausin' the beat Catch you out, you'll get slaughtered to sleep Slaughtered to sleep [Chorus: T.I. & B.O.B.] You know we never gave a damn 'bout what any man said But keep talking that shit, gon' be on your head I know a sucka ain't finna like shit that I do And that's the main reason we don't give a shit about you Nun else to cook up Looking for a nigga, better look up Chris Paul with the flow, the nigga shook up Look how many points a nigga put up All of that talking, all of that talking don't get you nowhere (Fuck all of that talk) All of that talk, all of that talking don't get you nowhere [Verse 2: RaRa] Niggas praying on my downfall Sniff the money like a hound dog Whip the benz like a hot box Break it down like a chop shop Pistol on me like E-40 How a g do it, in the fleetwood I ain't put no hit on you, do it personally It was urkin me Fuck nigga like you can't even stand on the same turf as me I'ma put some good dick on a young ho, make the bitch work for me Droptop with the fudge on it or the buzz on it & the hugs on it Young nigga catch a case for me, do a 8 for me, when it straight for me G Auto tag, I'm on that ac Me, TIP, & Bob Bitch we the Mob Cook up the hard, play with the soft, play with a nigga like me, break you off Dope boy swag, Nicky Barnes OG soda, Pimp and Bun Both looking for me on the run Pockets swole like Big Pun [Chorus: T.I. & B.O.B.] You know we never gave a damn 'bout what any man said But keep talking that shit, gon' be on your head I know a sucka ain't finna like shit that I do And that's the main reason we don't give a shit about you Nun else to cook up Looking for a nigga, better look up Chris Paul with the flow, the nigga shook up Look how many points a nigga put up All of that talking, all of that talking don't get you nowhere (Fuck all of that talk) All of that talk, all of that talking don't get you nowhere [Verse 3: B.O.B.] I'm cold as hell, got Oprah well Rose gold on the car that's a holy grail Wanna fuck my bitch, you bold as hell I can get your ho with that cobra tail You a level 10 on a hoe scale If a nigga want beef, we know the chef Oh that's your ho, that's my ho too, I guess we have to co-share I'm ahead of my time, so ahead of it all So ahead of the coin, I'm ahead of my sauce I like my cheddar with dough Stacking lettuce and all I saw the face of the beast and cut the head of it off It's a hell of a flow, you incredibly lost Got the Bobby Ray-gun, bout to let a bitch off They say life is a bitch, I done married the broad Niggas wanna be the boss, but ain't aware of the cost [Chorus: T.I. & B.O.B.] You know we never gave a damn 'bout what any man said You know we never gave a damn 'bout what any man said But keep talking that shit, gon' be on your head I know a sucka ain't finna like shit that I do And that's the main reason we don't give a shit about you Nun else to cook up Looking for a nigga, better look up Chris Paul with the flow, the nigga shook up Look how many points a nigga put up All of that talking, all of that talking don't get you nowhere (Fuck all of that talk) All of that talk, all of that talking don't get you nowhere [Outro: T.I.] May I be straightforward, keep that fuck shit far away from me Cause there won't be no arguing, no pausin' the beat Catch you out, you'll get slaughtered to sleep Slaughtered to sleep