HOOK Talk to me nice or not at all— I don’t hear broke boys when they call. If it ain’t cash then it’s a stall, I’m too damn fly to ever fall. Talk to me nice or not at all— I walk in the room and they all appalled. Pretty and petty, I’m off that wall, One wrong word and I’ll end it all. VERSE 1 Bitch, pipe down if you ain’t on my tier, Skin too smooth and the mind too clear. I’m the kind they chase for a whole damn year, But I drop ’em quick if the vibe ain’t near. He say, “Baby,” I say, “Funds.” Match my standards or watch me run. Body so blessed, attitude so blunt, I don’t play cute—I stunt for fun. HOOK Talk to me nice or not at all… (repeat) VERSE 2 Ain’t no pressure, I keep it mean, Face on “angel,” mouth on “queen.” If he ain’t loyal, he off my screen, I’ll ghost him fast like a bad routine. I demand silence when I glide, Talk like a boss when I decide. If you ain’t sweet? Step aside. I’m too damn raw for a weak-ass vibe.
