Talk To Me Nice / Fargo Season (Prod. Play Picasso x Tory Lanez x Lee T)

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 b*****s

We pull up in slippers, in nighttime

****ing racists in the white robes

Let me know that it's the right time

All my b*****s, they be reppin' it

Red bottom when I step in it

B*****s 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 **** '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?"

B*****s talkin', I'ma violate

B***h I'm ****ing up the tristate

Uh, Givenchy for all of my b*****s

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

For all of you b*****s

Be comin' for all of the figures

I'm ****ing all of your b*****s

Don't even call them your b*****s

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?

Fargo, Estefan Fargo

S.T.E

Yeah, Fargo

S.T.E

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

Bad b***h, recline my seat before she top me down

Just invested in two choppers and they on me now

B***h, all you heard was 'grr grr' when I'm hoppin' out

Put them b*****s in a Range Rover

Hit a mission with my b*****s, then I change clothes

B*****s runnin' for that paper like Usain Bolt

You hit my b***h, I **** 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?

Like the Blue Jays

New Toronto b*****s, 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 b***h inside my kitchen cook like Betty Crocker

B*****s say that they gon' rob me, b***h, 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 b***hs talkin' payments but I bought it, wo

Reason why when I pull up, them b*****s 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

B***h, don't make no moves in here, just top me down, yeah

You was talkin' shit but now you ridin' d**k, you ain't slice

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

I just got the Benzo back, you b*****s outta luck though

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

My chain on scammer, big T Montana

Withdraw like diamond, my b***h 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 b***h wanna creep up on it with recliner

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

Certain b*****s tryna text me

Play them b*****s like a bass flute

All you b*****s is some waste yutes

Boy I will come and erase you

Lookin' like I'm in the city slappin', ****in', clickin' up like I'm Nin

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 **** b*****s get shot all out your sneaker

Got some real b*****s 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