God Body Bingo – Talk Biz
Genre Rap

LYRIC
Talk Biz

Intro

Hey
Uh huh
Uh huh
Praise!
Uh huh
You know how we rockin’

Chorus

They say the game is to be sold, not told, taking all bids
Can’t nobody fade me, ‘cept for Walt Wiz
And yeah, I’m from the nawf but I be off grid
So please don’t call my phone unless it’s bout biz
Say let’s talk biz, say let’s talk biz
Every move I make be on some boss shit
Say let’s talk biz, say let’s talk biz
Every move I make be on some boss shit

Verse 1

Okay, back up on my BS
Open letter, PS
Yours truly, do it for the outcasts and rejects
So accustomed to it, when he do it, it’s a reflex
Still drеam, dream team, big rings, we nеxt
Houston’s own, Michael Corleone
Taking up the family business, bring the bacon home
Any means I gotta get, fresh out Acres Homes
All my niggas really with it, lord my only witness
Better respect me when you address me, ain’t playing no damn games
Of course you can call me Compass, observing the man’s chain
Or else you can call me Bingo, that’s word to my last name
Word to my uncle William, he lived in the fast lane
I speak for the breaking bad, who fast to blast brains
I speak for the young lad in class with bad grades
With dreams of pushing a slab, to brag and grab grain
Swear I’ve seen people change as soon as the cash came

Chorus

They say the game is to be sold, not told, taking all bids
Can’t nobody fade me, ‘cept for Walt Wiz
And yeah, I’m from the nawf but I be off grid
So please don’t call my phone unless it’s bout biz
Say let’s talk biz, say let’s talk biz
Every move I make be on some boss shit
Say let’s talk biz, say let’s talk biz
Every move I make be on some boss shit

Verse 2

Walk it ‘fore I talk it, it’s a reason for my ego
Boy ain’t touched a kilo but he swear he think he Nino
Couple in a row, so lil’ homie think he Bingo
See you out there grinding, you don’t go to work like me though
OT ‘til I OD, got the game from the OG
He or she ain’t talking money, then we don’t speak
Mama worried cause she know I don’t get no sleep
Kiss her on the cheek and tell her it ain’t no need
Niggas know me, and I’m good round here, great round there
Nawf that way, south third coast, speed it up no breaks round there
Everybody getting cake, reach up on the plate, you’ll get baked round there
Back and forth to the bank, this ain’t for the faint, sharks in the tank round there
You ain’t talking biz, we don’t need a conversation
Gotta keep it trill, every picture throwing H’s
Started where I live, cause it’s all about location
Compass coming in and we bout to sweep the nation

Chorus

They say the game is to be sold, not told, taking all bids
Can’t nobody fade me, ‘cept for Walt Wiz
And yeah, I’m from the nawf but I be off grids
So please don’t call my phone unless it’s bout biz
Say let’s talk biz, say let’s talk biz
Every move I make be on some boss shit
Say let’s talk biz, say let’s talk biz
Every move I make be on some boss shit

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