Shut Up

[Intro: Problem] Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up All that talking ain't making no bread [Verse 1: Berner] You ain't got no money, bitch shut up, I'm in the nightclub rolling bud up She wants me to fuck without a rubber, man she got three kids and she wants to have another Not me, a no way, I need a dime piece bitch that pay Rosé, no thanks, I'm on this Ace and this cold Bombay Bitch this gold chain weigh a little more than 16 zippers, fresh gold hoodie, LV slippers All this molly and all these strippers, let me smoke my joint and keep that swisher Coke flipper, I fuck a gold digger, I'm a Bay boy baby yeah a real go getter Someone better tell this bitch shut up cause talking like that'll get her boyfriend cut up [Chorus: Problem] Shut up, shut up, all that talking ain't making no bread Feeling myself, so it ain't no fucking if you ain't giving head So tell that bitch shut up, tell that nigga shut up Tell that bitch shut up, tell that nigga shut up All that yapping, ain't no action Get it cracking if you tryna make it happen, bitch shut up [Verse 2: Problem] Wearing leggings with no ass, that's like going to the mall with no cash So like, switch it up, check how a nigga drop it, now pick it up Pick it up, dig it up, do your thing bitch, go against us, it's fuck you, who you came with Club be the big spot, ain't talking stains bitch, bottle popping, fire topping, lighting up the chain bitch Money talk is the language, understand me? You better listen when I talk, like a granny Baby's pants going down, no hand me, mark niggas acting pussy with a dick, hella tranny Fans love to fan me, fans love to fan me, niggas jump ship we got for Heat, no Miami Diamond Lane the family, problem's the name, licky licky licky, now she glad that she came, can you sucka niggas please? [Chorus] [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Shut up, money too long, looking for a doodoo momma that I can just poop on Weed too strong, I'm tryna get that pussy, when you talking to a don don't be talking too long Mouth closed, don't speak, stunting on the bitch, gold teeth Pop molly, no sleep, she been going hard like four weeks I steal hoes, 35 mil hoes, said she wanna kick it, all good like a field goal 25k that's a earlobe, 25 mil in a year though My money on another level, I don't buy my girl shoes, bought my bitch a pedal Vroom vroom, that Ferrari just match the Stilletos and if she just wanna eat some pussy, I'mma let her, yikes [Chorus]