Talk to Me Nice / Fargo Season

Part 1: Talk to Me Nice






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?






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 niggas

We pull up in slippers, in nighttime

Fuckin' bitches in the white robes

Let me know that it's the right time

All my niggas, they be reppin' it

Red bottom when I step in it

Niggas 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 fuck '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?"

Niggas talkin', I'ma violate

Bitch I'm fuckin' up the tristate

Uh, Givenchy for all of my niggas

2017, we ain't leavin' a cent on the table

For all of you niggas

Be comin' for all of the figures

I'm fuckin' all of your bitches

Don't even call em your bitches

And baby, I'm all in Givenchy






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






Fargo, Estefan Fargo

S.T.E

Yeah, Fargo

S.T.E






Yeah, I heard word around town is I'm poppin' now

Bad bitch, recline my seat before she top me down

Just invested in two choppers and they on me now

Bitch, all you heard was 'grr grr' when I'm hoppin' out

Put them bitches in a Range Rove'

Hit a mission with my niggas, then I change clothes

Niggas runnin' for that paper like Usain Bolt

You hit my bitch, I fuck 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 shit 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?






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






Like the Blue Jays

New Toronto bitch, we ballin' on your blu-rays

I've been mobbin' round the city for like two days

Stashin' all this dirty money in the suit case, woah






Don't you know that we got plenty choppers?

Any bitch inside my kitchen cook like Betty Crocker

Niggas say that they gon' rob me, bitch, 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 shit tell you that I'm poppin' now

When I pull up in that Wraith, it ain't no talkin' now

Hater niggas talkin' payments but I bought it, wow

Reason why when I pull up, them bitches hoppin' out, yeah

Now what you talkin' 'bout?






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






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






Word around my city is I'm poppin' now, yeah

Bitch, don't make no moves in here, just top me down, yeah

You was talkin' shit but now you ridin' dick, you ain't slick

Why I keep a couple HO, HO's like I'm Saint Nick

I just got the Benzo back, you niggas outta luck though

You say that's your main girl, then why she tryna fuck for?

My chain on scammer, big T Montana

Withdraw like diamond, my bitch 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 nigga wanna creep up on it with recliner

Starin' in my rear-view if a nigga tryna creep up on me from behind me

Certain niggas tryna text me

Play them niggas like a bass flute

All you niggas is some waste yutes

Boy I will come and erase you

Lookin' like I'm in the city slappin', cockin', clickin' up like I'm Nino

If he treat the forty-fifth it split him out and singin' to me like Selena






Oh no don't approach me

'
Cause I got that thing on me, and that shit loaded

Hope you fuck niggas get shot all out your sneakers

Got some real niggas 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