[LYRICS] Dababy – Talk About IT

“Talk About IT Lyrics BY Dababy”

[Intro] Baby (Wheezy outta here)
Let’s go

[Chorus] My uncles taught a niqqa how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a niqqa candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let’s go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated niqqa, bit*h, it’s lit now
I was tryna tell ’em I was special as a jit
I still’ll open fire on a niqqa, make him get down (Get down, get down)

[Verse 1] Yeah, bit*h, you ain’t seen a niqqa do it like Baby (Uh-uh)
Big chain and I’m solo in this bit*h
Glock four-five, AP and four bracelets (Let’s go)
I just spent three million on the crib (Three Ms)
And I don’t even be there, I just did it for my baby (No cap)
You prolly never met a ni**a like me
Really ’bout whatever, from the bottom like the base with the ball
You might have a point but I ain’t finna argue with you
Won’t go back and forth or be to shoutin’
I’m in the studio, I got my daughter with me in a Fendi dress, she rockin’ diamonds
(From Johnny)
Light show, ni**a (Let’s go)
Heat me up, I got my ice on, ni**a
I be signin’ million-dollar deals with my fingertips on eSign on my fuckin’ iPhone,
ni**a
I’m the ni**a, let me talk about it (Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus] My uncles taught a ni**a how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a ni**a candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let’s go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated ni**a, bit*h, it’s lit now
I was tryna tell ’em I was special as a jit
I still’ll open fire on a ni**a, make him get down (No cap)
My uncles taught a ni**a how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a ni**a candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let’s go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated ni**a, bitch, it’s lit now
I was tryna tell ’em I was special as a jit
I still’ll open fire on a ni**a, make him get down (Get down, get down)

[Verse 2] Court dates for the New Year (2020)
Twenty on the Louis, twenty-seven thousand for a jet I never boarded
Everybody in the county treat a niqqa like the truth (Truth)
Lock the jail down every time a niqqa move (Lockdown)
In a dirty-a$$ cell, doin’ push-ups, eatin’ soup
The media believin’ ’em, they wanna see me go back
Rich niqqa can’t rob a broke niqqa and you know that
Locked a niqqa up in South Florida like he Kodak
A quarter million dollars in my motherf–kin’ tote bag
They think I like to fight until a nigga get a toe tag (Boom)
Hang his jersey up, his sh!t a throwback (Throwback)
Police ain’t know me, they don’t wanna see me bubble
Pretty-a$$ smile like my motherfuckin’ mother
All the nigga know is hustle, multi-million dollar niqqa
Got to stay up out of trouble, I’m the realest niqqa in it
Let me talk about it (Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus] My uncles taught a niqqa how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a nigga candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let’s go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated nigga, bitch, it’s lit now
I was tryna tell ’em I was special as a jit
I still’ll open fire on a niqqa, make him get down (Get down, get down)
My uncles taught a niqqa how to hustle
My mama taught me how to use a rubber
I was six years old tryna sell a niqqa candy
All I knew was how to get the money (Let’s go)
I done broke a lot of records in a year now
Grammy nominated niqqa, bit-h, it’s lit now
I was tryna tell ’em I was special as a jit
I still’ll open fire on a niqqa, make him get down (Get down, get down)

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