Interview lyrics

[Chorus: Takeoff]
They say that n*gga that don't talk much
Is that n*gga that having them large bucks
We gotta make sure we hit first
No more drive-bys, we do walk-ups
We on top, ain't no runner up
Come on our side, tape and chalk up
Look like I just robbed the bank, all this money
I'm just tryna fill my vault up

[Verse 1: Takeoff]
Don't ask me no questions in no more interviews
'Cause I don't really like to talk much (nah)
Not that I don't know how to speak
It's you just ain't paying me enough to talk much (nah)
Not paying attention to tweets
'Cause if I look at em I'll wanna off somethin'
On Instagram flexing Phillipe
Like you the first, but I been bought one (stop it)
Ain't posting no drank on the Internet
But I be drinking codeine when that drought come (lean)
She told me she from Puerto Rico
But after that head, I asked where that mouth from (swear)
I knew that was the outcome (outcome)
Ask me where I get my style from (style from)
Sherbert cookies in the Wild Rum (cookie)
China plug out in Taiwan
Nawfside where I come from (Nawfside)
Cuban link on top of tennis bracelet
Another Cuban link, that's on the right arm
My n*ggas don't do no talking
They eyeing them n*ggas to see what they on (eye)
With fashion I'm wildin', must have a stylist
Way that I put that sh*t on
Pull up I'm dropping the top on a Dawn (Rolls)
Wrist glis' b*tch, broke b*tch need a fix
Paranoid, watching cameras, take a sh*t with my stick (brrt)
Off the jet to my shows, back on jets with your b*tch
She get wet, out them clothes, give her di*k and that's it (smash)
[Chorus: Takeoff]
They say that n*gga that don't talk much
Is that n*gga that having them large bucks
We gotta make sure we hit first
No more drive-bys, we do walk-ups
We on top, ain't no runner up
Come on our side, tape and chalk up
Look like I just robbed the bank, all this money
I'm just tryna fill my vault up

[Verse 2: Offset]
I make a hundred thousand on an accident (accident)
Pushing weight, my pockets masculine (uh)
Ain't no n*gga running up and snatching sh*t (nah)
I was hoping not to have to whack a b*tch (whack)
I just paid 500K for the whip (racks)
I just paid 100K for the wrist (woo)
Clarity, wedding band rings on my fist
It's a charity, giving out di*k to your b*tch
Bigger faces got me dripping lately (woo)
The chopper working whats the b*tch-uation
Mansion gated, gang affiliated
Trappin' the bomb, I had detonated
I stand in the pot, make it incubated (stand in that)
Bought a plain watch, I didn't want the glacier (plain)
Hop on that jet, Gucci aviators (aviators)
300 deep ain't no gladiators (gladiators)
Got a big bank in my vault (vault)
Sharpshooters on top of the roof
It's a hole in one n*gga like golf (boom)
n*ggas out here throwing salt
I let the money go talk (money)
I'm rich, you can see what I bought (yeah)
I'm on Saturn I'm sipping on cough (mud)
Cook the batter then send the work off (woo woo)
[Chorus: Takeoff]
They say that n*gga that don't talk much
Is that n*gga that having them large bucks
We gotta make sure we hit first
No more drive-bys, we do walk-ups
We on top, ain't no runner up
Come on our side, tape and chalk up
Look like I just robbed the bank, all this money
I'm just tryna fill my vault up