Lyrics Talk To Me Nice - T. Rich

Moves are impeccable
In coupe with a Betty Boop
Stay with him
Or change ya life
We playing what would you rather do
What's a budget
Hop on a plane
We shoppin based off the weather
The say my singles like the runway
I can take off whenever
Drop the Rollie or the Frankie
Ain't made my mind on what's better
Ya energy don't fit my schedule
Can't spend my time with whoever
My spirit light up the room
Really no need for jewels
Don't leave yo shit at my house
It just get sent through the mail
The liquors foreign
Ya wires tapped
If you don't mind me asking
How ya bag stopped
But ya diamonds dancing
Priorities fucked
Lil baby all up in my ear
But I'm knowing it's lust
They acting dumb about who's next
When they knowing it's us
If it ain't money at the door
Then we ain't showing up
Don't try and play me
I got a son
Like he ain't growing up
They make me sick off they reaction
Had me going nuts
If they find out how I'm playing it
I'm on the run

Talk to me nice
Talk to me nice
Talk to me nice
Talk to me nice
You see the last thing that
They want is a war with us
I keep a duffle bag
Full of in God we trust
I cut ways with your broad
She ain't boss enough
Ya money cant ride this ride
It ain't tall enough

Liable to change ya life
So talk to me nice
I got Jerry in New York
He showed me the life
If you don't put ya dogs on
You getting euthanasized
BMBOE
And it's do or die
They on my ass
They bitches bad
Yeah what's the truer lie
If they don't believe
Then they leaches
Sat down the team
And start schemin
You gotta always stay ready
To shoot your shot
Just start squeezing
Yeah then other rappers bitches
Get on top and just leave
All that hoe shit that you used to
You won't find it in me
All that bro shit
That you preaching
Please don't try that with me
If you weren't training in the come up
Bitch start bobbing and weaving
I treat Hutch like home Depot
Walk in and leave with a freezer
If she throw it like Mahomes
I just might toss her the visa
I'm into driving these foreign cars
And palming your trees up
Molly naw
Just leafs or raws
Like molotov
Oh really now
That's yo plug
Stackz shut his power off

Talk to me nice
Talk to me nice
Talk to me nice
Talk to me nice
You see the last thing that
They want is a war with us
I keep a duffle bag
Full of in God we trust
I cut ways with your broad
She ain't boss enough
Ya money cant ride this ride
It ain't tall enough