Juicy J - Talkin' Bout Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Chris Brown

 

Lyrics to Talkin' Bout Feat. Wiz Khalifa & Chris Brown by Juicy J

  [Intro: Juicy J] Swagger under Trippy n-ggas... let's get ratchet [Hook x2: Wiz Khalifa (Juicy J)] I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out, they talkin shit but they hidin out Real n-ggas know what I'm talkin bout... (I'm loadin up and I'm ridin out, they talkin shit but they hidin out) (Real n-ggas know what I'm talkin bout...) [Verse 1: Juicy J] (Trippy, trippy, trippy, turn up) Rack after rack, I got the sack, geeked up of beans, pack after pack (yeah ho) Stay with the nina' 2 cups and a zip, Juicy don't fight I just empty them clips (yeah ho) Blowing like cash, high off the gas, pay 20 stacks and they run up and blast (yeah ho) Next time you're see him this face on the shirt, next time car he ride in, stretch limo hearse See why you n-ggas mad n-gga, that to me you so cash n-gga Stuffed in a Louie bag n-gga, Juicy J be that n-gga Big bag of that stank killer, codeine in my drink killer Mostly n-ggas be lyin sayin they is but ain't killers N-gga wanna play with me, I'm a break him off Give my youngins, they'll do it, I'm a bring em out (get em) They gon' get on your ass then they flyin takin off (get em) N-gga we gon take a life before we take a loss [gunshot] [Hook] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] My diamonds sing like Ray J homie, every day's a payday Rollin up that KK, now it's going down like mayday All my n-ggas be chilling, stacking money to the ceiling Used to smoking out the parking lot, now we owning a building oh Used to tell n-ggas I was gonna here but they ain't really understand Now they see me in that brand new Rari and start to think I'm the man Now my jeans cost a grand, now my shows fill the stands Now they see that I'm ballin cause of how they bring in them bands, ooh Now when n-ggas be tourin, now my money be foreign All my n-ggas be scorin, section very important I'm cakin up, you fakin up, I'm rollin weed when I'm wakin up Instead of talkin shit and try to hate on us just grab a joint and come bake with us (F-ck n-gga, hahahaha, uhh) [Hook] [Verse 3: Chris Brown] (Look, okay, okay) Front page, I'm on the news: n-gga call me a dropout Real n-gga, 100, never needing no copout (nah) Diamonds on my chain just pop off, you already know what I'm bout Got bad bitches from overseas but I need a big ass from the south Look at us, we made it, bottles up in the air now 25 racks a night, give a f-ck bout sweating your hair out Getting trippy man with some frisky things; I am the shit and you n-ggas anus 'Cause if I mention ya'll I'm a make you famous you still ain't nothing, I'm stainless We famous, anything you want right now, baby girl just name it And I'm a get real deep in the pussy; the number one n-gga, ain't no need for replacement Getting in my spaceship, I'm high as a bitch, fly as a bitch Okay Juicy and Wiz, every day we do this shit [Hook]