Rich Forever Music feat. Rich The Kid & Jay Critch – Talk About Lyrics

(Intro – Jay Critch)
Pierre, you wanna come out here?
What’s all the talk about?
What’s all the talk about?
What’s all the talk about?

(Chorus – Jay Critch)
What’s all the talk about?
I hear they chat, they ain’t talking no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can’t fit in the bag
Check the McFlurry
That’s a lot of ice, walking around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the sh*ts got lag
I need M’s in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain’t following no rules
Ni**as feeling froggy, we the type to change a ni**a’s mood, ayy

(Verse 1 – Jay Critch)
I came up on one and made it two, ayy
That bi**h tryna link, bi**h it’s too late
Lotta lead up in my cup, used to be Kool-Aid
Hologram all on these busters like the Bluray
How your man be switching up over some loose change?
Going in like Liu Keng, til a ni**a too paid
We got Henny and the D’usse
She a freaky lil bi**h, she bad
S**k me up and my boxers rip
Diamonds hitting, yeah boxing bi**h

(Chorus – Jay Critch)
What’s all the talk about?
I hear they chat, they ain’t talking no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can’t fit in the bag
Check the McFlurry
That’s a lot of ice, walking around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the sh*ts got lag
I need M’s in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain’t following no rules
Ni**as feeling froggy, we the type to change a ni**a’s mood, ayy

(Verse 2 – Rich The Kid)
I do numbers, Bentley truck no Hummer
Sh*tting on these ni**as, call the plumber
Ain’t nothing to talk about
Wrist on bust down, hold it out
I bought a pint just to pour it out
F**k her one time and I kick her out
She say I’m rude
Boyfriend call, I’m killing the mood
Go to the moon
Run up on me, get hit with a boom
She on my glasses
I don’t want no Bally
Bi**h I’m in New York
I’m smoking Cali, I got salad

(Chorus – Jay Critch)
What’s all the talk about?
I hear they chat, they ain’t talking no brag
I gotta walk it out
Hundred racks, can’t fit in the bag
Check the McFlurry
That’s a lot of ice, walking around with a slab
Vision get blurry, ayy
Diamonds moving like the sh*ts got lag
I need M’s in the safe, no lie
President like I talk to the dad
Play it safe, boy you come in last
Residents got me finding your head
Out the roof, we ain’t following no rules
Ni**as feeling froggy, we the type to change a ni**a’s mood, ayy