Talkin' Bout

[Intro: Juicy J] Swaggeroni, Trippy niggas, let's get ratchet [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa & Juicy J x2] I'm loading up and I'm riding out, they talking shit but they hiding out Real niggas know what I'm talking 'bout I'm loading up and I'm riding out, they talking shit but they hiding out Real niggas know what I'm talking 'bout [Verse 1: Juicy J] Rack after rack, I got the sack Geeked up off beans, pack after pack Stay with the nina, 2 cups and a zip Juicy don't fight, I just empty them clips Blowing like cash, high off the gas Pay 20 stacks and they run up and blast Next time you see him this face on the shirt Next time car he ride in, stretch limo hearse See why you niggas mad nigga, that to me you so cash nigga Stuffed in a Louis bag nigga, Juicy J be that nigga Big bag of that stank killer, codeine in my drink killer Mostly niggas be lying saying they is but ain't killers Nigga wanna play with me, I'mma break him off Give my young'ns, they'll do it, I'mma bring 'em off They gon' get on your ass then they flying taking off Nigga we gon' take a life before we take a loss [Chorus] [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] My diamonds sing like Ray J homie, every day’s a payday Rolling up that KK, now it’s going down like mayday All my niggas be chilling, stacking money to the ceiling Used to smoking out the parking lot, now we owning a building oh Used to tell niggas I was gon' 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 balling cause of how they bring in them bands, ooh Now when niggas be touring, now my money be foreign All my niggas be scoring, section very important I'm caking up, you faking up, I'm rolling weed when I'm waking up Instead of talking shit and try to hate on us, just grab a joint and come bake with us [Chorus] [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Look, okay, okay, front page, I'm on the news, nigga call me a dropout Real nigga, 100, never needing no copout 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 fuck about sweating your hair out Getting trippy man with some frisky things, I am the shit and you niggas anus If I mention y'all I'mma make you famous, but you still ain't nothing, I'm stainless We famous, anything you want right now, baby girl just name it And I'mma get real deep in the pussy, the number one nigga, ain't no need for replacement Getting in my spaceship, I'm high as a bitch, fly as a bitch Okay Juicy J and Wiz, every day we do this shit [Chorus]