Simple Conversation - Reese Laflare, Reese, Bankroll Fresh

Is you rollin' up but you don’t feel nothin'?

That’s a simple conversation

Baby is ya fuckin' with a real one?

That’s a simple conversation (x3)

Why these niggas keep hatin'?

That’s a simple conversation

Hop up in the whip, smokin' on the shit, you gon' need ventilation

OG tastin', don’t smoke till ya choke, get the dope, don’t waste it

I’d rather chill wit' a bad bitch, and see a bitch nigga later

Nah, nigga, I ain’t waitin' up, nah nigga, I ain’t waitin'

Niggas still hatin', niggas still on the shit

Bitches still on a nigga dick, word to the clique

Every verse like a bird, think I’m servin' a brick

Ya heard me?

That’s a simple conversation

Leanin' in my ride and smokin' weed up out a paper

Come to Gs, I got a nation, weed and gin, the combination

Need to legalize it!

Is you rollin' up but you don’t feel nothin'?

That’s a simple conversation

Baby is ya fuckin' with a real one?

That’s a simple conversation (x3)

Why these niggas keep hatin'?

That’s a simple conversation

Broke ass nigga, stop hatin'

I’m fuckin' hoes off simple conversation

Keep it real, I ain’t even gotta say shit

Whip the dick out, make the freak bitch taste it

Gears on the steering wheel, race it

Grew up in a spaceship, shot right past

Smellin' like a bag, smokin' out the bag, sunny boy had

So many mothafuckin' hundreds in my hand, flashin'

Baby is ya fuckin' wit' a real one?

All these pussy ass niggas, I’ll kill one

I’m in the mothafuckin' trap, vac-sealing

Breaking and rebuilding, snapping and concealing

Keep the heat compressor, straighten up the extra

Bankroll, you goin' hard, you a big flexer

I’m on the phone talkin' money, simple conversation

These broke ass niggas, they still waitin'

Is you rollin' up but you don’t feel nothin'?

That’s a simple conversation

Baby is ya fuckin' with a real one?

That’s a simple conversation (x3)

Why these niggas keep hatin'?

That’s a simple conversation

Money talk, talk money, that’s a simple conversation

Three cellphones nigga, that’s how the plug conversatin', aye

My link was juugin' right back cross the nation, aye

I’m fuckin' up money, sometimes you gotta pace it, aye

Live from the bando, my partner operation

SS Camaro, nothin' like a star racin'

I buss on her chin, now she all in my facial

Hot sauce, I need a pay-cation

It could all be so simple, that’s a little conversatin'

My niggas ain’t bluffin' wit' you, that choppa gon' erase ya!