paroles de chanson Talk That Talk (Rich Bitch) - Light Skin Keisha

(Real Atlanta shit, the fuck?)
(Big bank Beisha)
(Queen of motherfuckin′ Atlanta)
(I'm shitting on all these bitches)
(These bitches can′t motherfuckin' touch me) Brandin Blanco
(Big birkins, AP's, all that shit, and that′s just that on that)

I′m on a whole 'nother level
I been in my bag, and I keep getting better (Keep getting better)
I′m getting richer
That ass getting thicker, my diamonds, they keep getting wetter (Getting wetter)
Fuck I look like going back and forth
With a little bitch that is not on my level?
I do not give a fuck
Tell that bitch try her luck, she'll get folded like a pretzel
Straight ghetto bitch from Atlanta (Ghetto)
But I get bougie, I might bring the birkin out (Birkin out)
Pussy pink on the Hermes
Make y′all lil' bitches wanna put y′all purses down
Hood rich, ghetto shit, got your nigga all in my DM's, he flirtin' now (Flirtin′)
Crazy how they used to talk about me (About me)
But now my name all in they searches now
Pretty in the face, little in the waist (Uh), I talk my shit, I get cocky (Get cocky)
These bitches wan′ be me
These bitches can't see me, got CC all over my body
Killing bitches is a hobby (I′m killin' ′em)
All of my lingo, they copy (They copyin')
Step your shit up, bitch, you sloppy (Sloppy)
That shit that you doing is not it
My life is great, every night shrimp and steak
I pull up on red carpets and they feed me grapes
The gangsters fuck with me, put you on a plate
Make you part of God′s plan, chopper sing just like Drake
I'm finna talk some real cash shit
Been in my bag, bitch, I'm doing real fine (Real fine)
I′m doing better then all of my opps
I pop shit on the ′Gram and in real life (Real life)

Talk that talk, I'ma walk that walk (I′ma walk that walk), I only speak facts (Facts)
None of these bitches is seeing me, and that's just that on that (That on that)
Stayed down ten toes, I′m a real bitch (Real)
I don't play around, I walk in and kill shit (Kill shit)
Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick (Whole brick)
Made myself a boss, now I′m a rich bitch (Rich bitch)
I'm a rich bitch (Ow, rich bitch, ow), I'm a rich bitch (Rich bitch)
Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick (Whole brick)
Made myself a boss, now I′m a rich bitch (Ah)
I′m a rich bitch, I'm a rich bitch
Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick
Made myself a boss, now I′m a rich bitch

I get that bag and I double it
You and your life is in crumbles bitch
(Your life is in crumbles, bitch)
I'm tired of all of that humble shit, I come around and they mumbling
It ain′t my fault you keep fumblin'
Queen of Atlanta, I′m running it (Queen of Atlanta)
I'm your bitch body goals
My booty on swole, my nigga stay rubbin' it (Stay rubbin′ it)
I made myself popping, I′m self-made, never needed a cosign (Facts)
And if they sleeping on me
I'm finna wake ′em up, motherfuck a bedtime (Wake 'em up)
Every day, it′s a new bitch hating (What?)
I tell her to fall in line (Fall in line)
Tryna throw shade on name
But these diamonds on me gon' make sure that I always shine, bitch

Talk that talk, I′ma walk that walk (I'ma walk that walk), I only speak facts (Speak facts)
None of these bitches is seeing me, and that's just that on that (That on that)
Stayed down ten toes, I′m a real bitch (Real)
I don′t play around, I walk in and kill shit (Kill shit)
Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick (Whole brick)
Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich bitch (I′m a rich bitch)
I'm a rich bitch (Ow, rich bitch, ow), I′m a rich bitch
Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick (Whole brick)
Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich bitch (Ah)
I′m a rich bitch (Ow, bring it down), I'm a rich bitch
Big Cuban on my neck cost a whole brick
Made myself a boss, now I'm a rich bitch