Pi’erre Bourne – 40 Clip

40 Clip Lyrics

Intro
Ayy, I don’t like to talk, yeah, my money talk enough, wait (Talk enough)

Chorus
People talk down, yeah, I don’t hear a fuss, wait
My weed so loud, yeah, we ‘bout to turn up, ayy
If I’m ever down, yeah, watch how I come up, ayy
I be in the clouds, yeah, I be somewhere stuck, ayy
She mad she got cut, yeah, I wet that bitch up, ayy
I made forty beats, yeah, she gon’ suck me up, ayy
Diamonds Wayne Gretzky, wait, I got hockey pucks, wait
I don’t like to talk, yeah, my money talk enough, ayy

Post-Chorus
Yeah, new shit, new shit, new shit
Yeah, new shit, new shit, new shit
Yeah, new shit, new shit, new shit
I just want some new shit, we just want some new shit

Verse 1
Ayy, ayy, people gon’ act a nuisance
Money talk, yeah, it’s fluent
I get money, George Lucas
Damn, damn, I get money, eat Ruth Chris
All in her mouth like a toothpick
She can’t take it, yeah, it’s too big
I got my guap, I got the ‘mole
Stacking my cheese making bologna
I’m like LeBron ball with my homies
I get the ring, I get the trophy
Bitch, I’m the king, bitch, I’m the king
Bitch, I’m the king, bitch, I’m the king
Bitch, I’m the king, bitch, I’m the king
Bitch, I’m the king, bitch, I’m the king
Bitch, my diamonds wet, make my lil’ bitch wet, yeah, yeah, yeah
Left it on the dresser, I ain’t even flex, yeah, yeah, yeah
This a humble flex, WWF, yeah, yeah, yeah
Like the Undertaker I just resurrect, yeah, yeah, yeah
I go Booker T when I get my check, yeah, yeah, yeah
I go Booker T when I get my check, yeah, yeah, yeah
I go Booker T when I get my check, yeah, yeah, yeah
I go Booker T when I get my check, yeah

Chorus
People talk down, yeah, I don’t hear a fuss, wait
My weed so loud, yeah, we ‘bout to turn up, ayy
If I’m ever down, yeah, watch how I come up, ayy
I be in the clouds, yeah, I be somewhere stuck, ayy
She mad she got cut, yeah, I wet that bitch up, ayy
I made forty beats, yeah, she gon’ suck me up, ayy
Diamonds Wayne Gretzky, wait, I got hockey pucks, ayy
I don’t like to talk, yeah, my money talk enough, hey

Verse 2
Smoking on purple that Oompa Loompa
Send her a Lyft ‘cause I’m banned on Uber
She was all on me, but her friend looked cuter
Maison Mihara, not Margiela, you’re clueless
Shit too easy, my nigga, I do this
Hit her from the back then her number, I lose it
Diamond different color when it hit like Coogi
I get this paper, I get this loose leaf
Call the director, I’m shootin’ a movie
In a suburban smoking with Uzi
She wanna slurp me, she wanna smoothie
Slob on my knob, I feel like Juicy
She let it ride just like a two-seat
Doggin’ these hoes, looking like Goofy
Nigga be hating, tell them to sue me
Nigga be baiting, that shit don’t move me
When you get famous, niggas be groupies
Niggas too fishy, niggas be sushi
She lick the wrapper, she wanna chew me
She wanna ride it like a Suzuki
Pussy her beast, you know she a beauty
Sleep on the house, you lookin’ like Snoopy
You can get cut like I just went grooming
Niggas too chicken just like a two-piece
I’m at the top floor, give me my room key
Bitch, I’m high like right where the moon be
People gon’ judge, but I’m watching Judy
Nigga ain’t Slimeball, wanna be Nudy
Don’t wear Amiris, don’t wear no Nudies
Makin’ her scream like the movie too spooky
I got the bomb, I got the nookie
Give me your treasure, I got the booty

Chorus
People talk down, yeah, I don’t hear a fuss, wait
My weed so loud, yeah, we ‘bout to turn up, ayy
If I’m ever down, yeah, watch how I come up, ayy
I be in the clouds, yeah, I be somewhere stuck, ayy
She mad she got cut, yeah, I wet that bitch up, ayy
I made forty beats, yeah, she gon’ suck me up, ayy
Diamonds Wayne Gretzky, wait, I got hockey pucks, ayy
I don’t like to talk, yeah, my money talk enough, hey

Post-Chorus
Yeah, new shit, new shit, new shit
Yeah, new shit, new shit, new shit
Yeah, new shit, new shit, new shit
I just want some new shit, we just want some new shit

Pi’erre Bourne

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