Small Talk Lyrics[Intro: Ovrkast.]
Oh
(Sheesh)
Oh, we don't need no license
We don't need no, uh, we don't
Yeah, uh
[Verse 1: Ovrkast.]
First off, grind hard, never work soft
Still a man, first thought
Ready when it hit the ceilin' fan
Know my pen got the perks on it, first on it
Ready now, why I perch on it?
Businessman wanna lurk on it
Busy, I'ma hit you first, homie
Shit, wake up, uh (What the fuck?)
Never seen nothin' this made up, uh
Never seen nothin' this major (Sheesh)
Niggas and bitches gon' pay up, uh
What's the bill? Like Cosby
What the cost be to save somethin'?
Uncle Sam slick robbed me
Niggas pullin' strings for the bass notes, get down
[Chorus: Samara Cyn & Ovrkast.]
I hit 'em all with the freeze, with thе hoes?
Not impressed, wе ain't bros
Where the loot? Run it, go
Where the loot? Run it, go
Where the loot? Run it, go (Gimme the loot)
Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it (Yeah, uh)
[Verse 2: Ovrkast. & Samara Cyn]
I don't wan' talk, just pay up
Hear a lot of shit, no fake ones
Hear a lot of shit, no fake love
Rinse my hands, yeah
Rinse my hands, don't play like that
Both rears locked in, no brakes like that
Don't tempt my man, just break like that
Don't wait, jump in, just shake like that
Shit dumb, shit, let me shake like that
Shit weird, homie
I got somethin' real for you, don't flake on me
Just deal with me, yeah (Gimme the loot)
[Chorus: Samara Cyn & Ovrkast.]
Where the loot? Run it, go
Where the loot? Run it, go
Where the loot? Run it, go
Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it
Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it
[Verse 3: Samara Cyn]
Talk cheap, cheap niggas, meak mumbles
Sound like you owe me some money
Long way, run around the main point
That sound like you owe me some money
Stumbling, st-st-stuttering
I don't do the muttering
Go yah, trick, yah, yah, yah, yah
Had to put some soldier in it, sis, haha
Spring water in the coochie, baby
Eat healthy, shape my Wu-Tang's and Kahootie's lately
So protected, I invest it, stop the conversatin'
Trim the fat, fat and blessings
Then express 'em, and it's set up (Bitch, it's set up)
Bitch, it's set up (Yeah), and I'm paid up (Yeah)
Work is barely even worth
No need check up, put a check-up
Just to wake up in the morn'
Bitch, I'm spoiled and I'm poppin'
Call me rude, bitch, beau regard
Put your money where your mouth is
Ho, or put it in a car (Really?)
[Chorus: Samara Cyn]
I hit 'em all with the freeze, with the hoes?
Not impressed, we ain't bros
Where the loot? Run it, go
Where the loot? Run it, go
Where the loot? Run it, go (Gimme the loot)
Where the loot? Run it, run it, run it
[Outro]
Oh
You asked me to play music, I'm playing the music
You wanna talk over the music
You wanna talk
We were just having a conversation
I'm playing the music for a reason