Talkin Bout Nun - Rich The Kid

You ain’t talkin' bout racks, you ain’t got no cash

You ain’t talkin' bout whips, you ain’t talkin' bout bets, you ain’t talkin'

bout Jags

You ain’t talkin' bout loud, you ain’t talkin' bout gas, you ain’t talkin' bout

strong

You ain’t talkin' bout juugs, you ain’t talkin' bout plays

Boy I’m so on, boy I’m so on

I can’t live without it, ain’t no way around it

You ain’t got that sack, then you shouldn’t talk about it

I can’t live without it, ain’t no way around it

You ain’t got that sack, then you shouldn’t talk about it

You ain’t talkin' bout lean, you ain’t talkin' bout Act

You ain’t talkin' bout bales, you ain’t talkin' bout bricks, you ain’t talkin'

bout packs

You ain’t talkin' bout shit, I ain’t never have shit, I ain’t never been shit

Now I’m switching up whips with a red bad bitch, and she suck that dick,

my wrist so sick

You ain’t talkin' bout hoes, you ain’t talkin' bout freaks

Moe, I fucked more hoes than you did last week

Make your baby mama leak

You ain’t talkin' bout whips, you ain’t talkin' bout cars

Boy I’m talkin' bout Planes

Boy I’m going insane in a brand new Range, ain’t got no brain

Hit n run a A train, you ain’t talkin' bout wrist, don’t you see my ice?

Don’t you see your bitch?

Don’t you see my whip?

Don’t you see my life?

I’m living so nice, AP on my wrist, cost me bout 50 thousand

All my niggas killers nigga, ain’t no way around it

You ain’t talkin' bout racks, you ain’t got no cash

You ain’t talkin' bout whips, you ain’t talkin' bout bets, you ain’t talkin'

bout Jags

You ain’t talkin' bout loud, you ain’t talkin' bout gas, you ain’t talkin' bout

strong

You ain’t talkin' bout juugs, you ain’t talkin' bout plays

Boy I’m so on, boy I’m so on

I can’t live without it, ain’t no way around it

You ain’t got that sack, then you shouldn’t talk about it

I can’t live without it, ain’t no way around it

You ain’t got that sack, then you shouldn’t talk about it

Hit a 100 band juug, cash out on my neck

Young nigga got a check and you know I gotta flex, you ain’t even got a sack,

ima hit you with the tech

Brand new drop top Audi escort the roof

Freaky bitch from Strokers, I just nutted on her tooth

You ain’t talkin' bout diamonds.

Don’t you see me shining?

Hit the club and I’m blinding, seat reclining

And I’m poppin' them bottles, and I’m with them models

Ferragamo and Fendi, Truey, Louie and Bally

Young rich nigga, taking them trips to Cali

I’m sippin' I’m drinkin' I’m leanin' I’m fallin' my money is taller than

buildings

I’m smokin' on kush and you smokin' on midget, I’m talkin' bout smaller than

children

You ain’t talkin' bout guns, you ain’t talkin' bout drama.

You ain’t talkin' bout M’s, you ain’t talkin' bout money, you ain’t talkin'

bout commas

You ain’t talkin' bout shit

You ain’t talkin' bout racks, you ain’t got no cash

You ain’t talkin' bout whips, you ain’t talkin' bout bets, you ain’t talkin'

bout Jags

You ain’t talkin' bout loud, you ain’t talkin' bout gas, you ain’t talkin' bout

strong

You ain’t talkin' bout juugs, you ain’t talkin' bout plays

Boy I’m so on, boy I’m so on

I can’t live without it, ain’t no way around it

You ain’t got that sack, then you shouldn’t talk about it

I can’t live without it, ain’t no way around it

You ain’t got that sack, then you shouldn’t talk about it

Hello, thank you, come again

Rich than famous