TBS (feat. Offset & DB Bantino)

(Scott Storch)

Somethin' like this

Say you got hitters, your shooters don't miss (For real, what? Really)

Say you got hoes, but you savin' that bitch (Okay)

You wanna show off your wrist (Okay)

Rollie, I hear that shit tick (Oh no)

Why you keep runnin' your lips? (No)

Wait, bitch, you ain't talkin' bout shit (No)

Y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Oh no, nah)

Y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Shit, okay)

Y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Shit)

Wait, bitch, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit

M-O-N-E-Y (Woo)

Only thing I talk is the money (Money, racks)

And we got the choppers, make 'em fire (Bah)

I ain't really feelin' like Ghandi (Grraow, grraow)

Ten bad bitches tryna vibe (Ten)

Bet they won't get a dime from me (Bet they won't)

I remember sleepin' outside (Hey)

I didn't have no money, I was hungry (Ooh)

Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Nah)

Audemars Piguet's the wrist (Audemars)

Smash the ho, but don't trick (Smash)

Hit the gas, the Lamb' doin' tricks (Skrrt)

He a rat, we ain't fuckin' with a snitch (He a rat)

Grraow, scratch him off the list (Grraow)

Maison Margiela when I like to kick it (Margiela)

You ain't rich yet 'til you get a ticket (Hey)

Rose gold Audemars Piguet (Rose)

Bought a Bentley for the flex (Flex, ooh)

Got a chopper, got a TEC (Baow)

I got plugs and connects (Plugs)

Free my niggas on the rec (Free)

Ain't came back yet (Nah)

Gotta ride with a vest (Ride)

You could die for respect (Baow)[Chorus: DB Bantino]

Somethin' like this

Say you got hitters, your shooters don't miss (For real, what? Really)

Say you got hoes, but you savin' that bitch (Okay)

You wanna show off your wrist (Okay)

Rollie, I hear that shit tick (Oh no)

Why you keep runnin' your lips? (No)

Wait, bitch, you ain't talkin' bout shit (No)

Y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Oh no, nah)

Y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Shit, okay)

Y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Shit)

Wait, bitch, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit

They be askin' for a quote (Quote)

I be askin', what the budget? (Money)

They be talkin' 'bout the smoke (Smoke)

I be talkin' 'bout the nugget (Cookie)

Seen 'em flexin' on the 'Gram (Flex)

I'm like, "No, papa" (No)

Y'all always talkin' that beef (No)

But never gon' do nada (

Somethin' like this

)

We ain't never heard of you, you say you from the street

But no one know what street though (Ayy)

We about to go gold (Really), you say it's all gold

But why your neck turn green though? (Ayy)

Type of shit that should be illegal (Okay)

Motherfuckers ain't be talkin' 'bout shit

I could tell you ain't been punched in the lip (Boom, boom)

This a movie, yeah, my life is a flick

Push the Cullinan, then switch to the coupe (Skrrt)

Album star-studded just like the roof (Oh no)

These are free throws, these alley-oops

I'm just saying we ain't miss when we shoot

Bang, bang (Bang)

Runnin' and runnin' your lip (Runnin' your lip)

Always got somethin' to say (Somethin' to say)

But never be talkin' 'bout shit[Chorus: DB Bantino]

Somethin' like this

Say you got hitters, your shooters don't miss (For real, what? Really)

Say you got hoes, but you savin' that bitch (Okay)

You wanna show off your wrist (Okay)

Rollie, I hear that shit tick (Oh no)

Why you keep runnin' your lips? (No)

Wait, bitch, you ain't talkin' bout shit (No)

Y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Oh no, nah)

Y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Shit, okay)

Y'all ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Shit)

Wait, bitch, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit