Real Talk Songtext
von Ciel
Real Talk Songtext
Real talk hunna, that′s real talk
Real talk money, that's real talk
Real talk bands, that′s real talk
Real deal fly, that's real talk
You ain't thinking money
Then that ain′t a real thought
Dripping my girl out in Tom Ford
Me and my gang ain′t got time for it
Been going up because i'm going in
Aight
Yeah
Yeah I had gas on gas in the party
Couple man there started talking french
Telling me come spark it
Couple tings come round
Like je m′appelle CC let's get started
I know what she want
Man I think she don′t know
Want my number
Cos she saw my earrings were chrome
My girl think I'm pretty I know that
So baby can you let me blow back
Throw it back babe yeah
Show me that I own that
Had her ex man there
Sitting popping prozacs
Yeah we got chopsticks
If you wanna talk bout beef
We can drop this yout
Bae you know I got this
Wait till you see me in a yard with a
Top floor view
The streets love my name
They talking like C I E L
You are the chosen one
Want a baguette
Yeah the frozen one
When I step
Yeah they think i′m a holy one
But I gotta thank God every day
Bun all the opps
They're thinking their paid
I can burn down what they built
Like pompeii
Man they gotta stop all that chat it's fake
Real talk hunna, that′s real talk
Real talk money, that′s real talk
Real talk bands, that's real talk
Real deal fly, that′s real talk
You ain't thinking money
Then that ain′t a real thought
Dripping my girl out in Tom Ford
Me and my gang ain't got time for it
Been going up because i′m going in
Aight
Real talk hunna, that's real talk
Real talk money, that's real talk
Real talk bands, that′s real talk
Real deal fly, that′s real talk
You ain't thinking money
Then that ain′t a real thought
Dripping my girl out in Tom Ford
Me and my gang ain't got time for it
Been going up because i′m going in
Aight
Real talk money, that's real talk
Real talk bands, that′s real talk
Real deal fly, that's real talk
You ain't thinking money
Then that ain′t a real thought
Dripping my girl out in Tom Ford
Me and my gang ain′t got time for it
Been going up because i'm going in
Aight
Yeah
Yeah I had gas on gas in the party
Couple man there started talking french
Telling me come spark it
Couple tings come round
Like je m′appelle CC let's get started
I know what she want
Man I think she don′t know
Want my number
Cos she saw my earrings were chrome
My girl think I'm pretty I know that
So baby can you let me blow back
Throw it back babe yeah
Show me that I own that
Had her ex man there
Sitting popping prozacs
Yeah we got chopsticks
If you wanna talk bout beef
We can drop this yout
Bae you know I got this
Wait till you see me in a yard with a
Top floor view
The streets love my name
They talking like C I E L
You are the chosen one
Want a baguette
Yeah the frozen one
When I step
Yeah they think i′m a holy one
But I gotta thank God every day
Bun all the opps
They're thinking their paid
I can burn down what they built
Like pompeii
Man they gotta stop all that chat it's fake
Real talk hunna, that′s real talk
Real talk money, that′s real talk
Real talk bands, that's real talk
Real deal fly, that′s real talk
You ain't thinking money
Then that ain′t a real thought
Dripping my girl out in Tom Ford
Me and my gang ain't got time for it
Been going up because i′m going in
Aight
Real talk hunna, that's real talk
Real talk money, that's real talk
Real talk bands, that′s real talk
Real deal fly, that′s real talk
You ain't thinking money
Then that ain′t a real thought
Dripping my girl out in Tom Ford
Me and my gang ain't got time for it
Been going up because i′m going in
Aight
Writer(s): Khyri Evans-barr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com