Who composed the song “Talkin Bout” by Tink?

The song “Talkin Bout” by Tink was composed by G Herbo, Tink.

Talkin Bout

G Herbo, Tink

Where the fuck you been at?
You ain't came to the crib in a minute
Sitting on the block while I'm
Looking at the clock
You ain't thought about me
You done got so tied up with this street shit
You can't even make time for a real bitch
The one that hold your weight
When you're working outta state
How you gonna play me?

Look and I ain't even been up on the block
I'm tryna make it happen, girl
Look at all my knots
And all the loud talking need to stop
You know you gonna be with me at the top
When them other bitches not
I gotta get this cake so
I moved state to state i ain't called, baby
Ain't wanna rub it in your face
Tell five minute background stay
Up in his place just wait till I slide
He can say it to my face

Ain't nobody in the background
Why you gotta be so petty
Heard you fucking on a bitch named Cheley
Heard you was all in her spot
Giving her what I got
Man, I don't even think that you hear me
When you was in the jail
I was writing them letters
Couldn't make bail
I was stackin that cheddar
But you don't even care
All you wanna do is play
All you really care about is
What the guys gonna say

Why you gotta give em something to talk about
Everybody got opinions but it don't
Mean shit to me
I set my own lane, can't no nigga get to me
If I fuck myself up
It just wasn't meant to be
And yeah yeah, you'll hold a nigga down
But really that's the reason why
I need you around
We gonna argue and fight when
A nigga leave town
But every time I come home you
Know imma lay it down

This that shit that I be talking
Talking about
Shit that I be talking, talking about
Shit that I be talking, talking about
Shit that I be talking, talking about
This that shit that I be talking
Talking about
Shit that I be talking, talking about
Shit that I be talking, talking about
Shit that I be talking, talking about

Girl, I don't know what you talking about
Calm down, why you talking loud
I put it all on the
Line when you're not around
And you complaining about hoes
In another town
But you forgot all the Gucci, the Prada
Chanel the days Dolce and Gabbana
Riding around foreign cars, benihanas
Them hoes in the street still
Can't get a dollar what's the problem

Man, fuck that Gucci, just look how you do me
You think that designer make up for this shit
I buy my own Prada, man
That's not the problem
The problem is you too caught
Up with that bitch
I need you to come home and give me that D
I need you to not leave
The crib when I'm asleep
I need you to act like a man
And stay true to the plan
If you ready, I'm ready, come on

Look, all this yelling and saying who wrong
Gone keep going on and on
So turn off your phone and
Repeat your favorite song
Just lay back and play along
Cause I'm tired of talking
You the only damn thing besides my
Money on my mind this often
So I'ma take my time and give you
Everything that I got on my mind
Till my mind exhausted

Baby lemme lay you down in this bed
I'm sorry for the little things that I said
And just like that we be
Back where we started
Fuck the bullshit, matter fact disregard it
Cause I got your mind and
I swear that we fine
Till I look through your phone
Who this bitch on your line

Tink

Talkin Bout

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