Talk to Me Nice / Fargo Season lyrics

Part 1: Talk to Me Nice

[Chorus]
Talk to me nice, set the mood off in here
Still downtown, whole crew's up in here
All the dogs with me, make it hard just to move up in here
Like is it the right time, baby?

[Verse]
This is the right time
Pour up a white wine
All of these bands on me
Like it's a lifeline
Givenchy for all of my n*ggas
We pull up in slippers, in nighttime
f*ckin' b*tches in the white robes
Let me know that it's the right time
All my n*ggas, they be reppin' it
Red bottom when I step in it
n*ggas with me, gotta let 'em in
Sos with me, that's a definite
Nyce with me, that's a definite
Now you met up with the dogs
Gotta f*ck 'em all 'fore you meet the President
Walked in, all cleaned up
Man whole clique on bust down
Walked in, got 2 "W"s
Now I look like touchdown
Pulled up in the i8
With a shirt sayin', "Why hate?"
n*ggas talkin', I'ma violate
b*tch I'm f*ckin' up the tristate
Uh, Givenchy for all of my n*ggas
2017, we ain't leavin' a cent on the table
For all of you n*ggas
Be comin' for all of the figures
I'm f*ckin' all of your b*tches
Don't even call em your b*tches
And baby, I'm all in Givenchy
[Chorus]
Talk to me nice, set the mood off in here
Still downtown, whole crew's up in here
All the dogs with me, make it hard just to move up in here
Like is it the right time, baby?

Part 2: Fargo Season

[Intro]
Fargo, Estefan Fargo
S.T.E
Yeah, Fargo
S.T.E

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I heard word around town is I'm poppin' now
Bad b*tch, recline my seat before she top me down
Just invested in two choppers and they on me now
b*tch, all you heard was 'grr grr' when I'm hoppin' out
Put them b*tches in a Range Rove'
Hit a mission with my n*ggas, then I change clothes
n*ggas runnin' for that paper-like Usain Bolt
You hit my b*tch, I f*ck your girl, that's how the game go
You know how that sayin' go
Girl, you know I'm poppin' off
Give me head and make sure you make that sh*t sloppy now
If you with it, you gon' meet me at the lobby now
Say you not, but girl, I know that you are probably down
Now what you talkin' 'bout?
[Chorus]
What you talkin' 'bout?
Never do we get the time, but tonight feels right, yeah
What you talkin' 'bout?
Never do we get the time, but tonight feels

[Post-Chorus]
Like the Blue Jays
New Toronto b*tch, we ballin' on your blu-rays
I've been mobbin' round the city for like two days
Stashin' all this dirty money in the suitcase, woah

[Verse 2]
Don't you know that we got plenty choppers?
Any b*tch inside my kitchen cook like Betty Crocker
n*ggas say that they gon' rob me, b*tch, don't make me stop you
Uncle Speedy, B.M.F., he down to let it drop you
They like...
Hit G Weed on the cellphone
Make that call from Compton, they'll be out on Melrose
Trained shooters and they down to touch the railroad
And they down to do you colder than the hail snow, woah
That sh*t tell you that I'm poppin' now
When I pull up in that Wraith, it ain't no talkin' now
Hater n*ggas talkin' payments but I bought it, wow
Reason why when I pull up, them b*tches hoppin' out, yeah
Now what you talkin' 'bout?
[Chorus]
What you talkin' 'bout?
Never do we get the time, but tonight feels right, yeah
What you talkin' 'bout?
Never do we get the time, but tonight feels right, yeah

[Bridge]
I'm rollin' downtown, I feel so alone
And this time I feel like I like it, yeah
I roll alone downtown and I like it, yeah
Listen

[Verse 3]
Word around my city is I'm poppin' now, yeah
b*tch, don't make no moves in here, just top me down, yeah
You was talkin' sh*t but now you ridin' di*k, you ain't slick
Why I keep a couple HO, HO's like I'm Saint Nick
I just got the Benzo back, you n*ggas outta luck though
You say that's your main girl, then why she tryna f*ck for?
My chain on scammer, big T Montana
Withdraw like diamond, my b*tch on Pamela
Came through on a hot block with the top drop and the diamonds
Stain blue on the hot block in a drop-top and I'm shinin'
Pocket rocket on me if a n*gga wanna creep up on it with recliner
Starin' in my rear-view if a n*gga tryna creep up on me from behind me
Certain n*ggas tryna text me
Play them n*ggas like a bass flute
All you n*ggas is some waste yutes
Boy I will come and erase you
Lookin' like I'm in the city slappin', c*ckin', clickin' up like I'm Nino
If he treat the forty-fifth it split him out and singin' to me like Selena

[Outro]
Oh no don't approach me
'Cause I got that thing on me, and that sh*t loaded
Hope you f*ck n*ggas get shot all out your sneakers
Got some real n*ggas they watching from the bleachers
And you know my shooters don't come in no Ubers
'Cause they can't hop back inside 'em when they shoot ya
That's word to Hollywood soldiers
I mean you know what kind of sauce this is when you smell it, baby