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conversations.value: Write me a song called Talkin’ Bout with the following description: “Talkin' Bout” was released as a single from Juicy J’s 2013 album, Stay Trippy. The track features frequent collaborator Wiz Khalifa and marks the first official collaboration between Juicy J and Chris Brown.
  The music video for “Talkin' Bout” was released on March 13, 2014 and does not feature Chris Brown. During the filming of the music video, Chris was sentenced to jail time for violating his probation.
  Juicy J uploaded a video to YouTube talking about the track and its creation:
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Juicy J]
  Swaggeroni
  Trippy niggas
  Let's get ratchet
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa, 
  Juicy J
  ]
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout (Trippy, Trippy, Trippy, lurn up)
  [Verse 1: Juicy J]
  Rack after rack, I got the sack
  Geeked up off beans, pack after pack 
  (Yeah, ho)
  Stay with the nina, two cups and a zip
  Juicy don't fight, I just empty the clips 
  (Yeah, ho)
  Blowin' like cash, high off the gas
  Pay twenty stacks and they run up and blast 
  (Yeah, ho)
  Next time you see him, his face on the shirt
  Next time car he ride in, stretch limo hearse (
  Yeah, ho
  , he gone)
  See why you niggas mad, nigga, that to me, you so cash, nigga (Bitch)
  Stuffed in a Louis bag, nigga (Bitch), Juicy J be that nigga (Ho)
  Big bag of that stank killer (Cash), codeine in my drink, killer (Dash)
  Mostly niggas be lyin' sayin' they is but ain't killers (Pussies)
  Nigga wanna play with me, I'ma break him off
  Give my youngin's, they'll do it, I'ma bring 'em off (Get 'em)
  They;ll gon' get on your ass, then they flyin' takin' off (Get 'em)
  Nigga, we gon' take a life before we take a loss [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa, 
  Juicy J
  ]
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
   (Hahaha, uh)
  [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
  My diamonds sing like Ray J, homie, every day's a payday
  Rollin' up that KK, now it's goin' down like mayday
  All my niggas be chillin', stackin' money to the ceilin'
  Used to smokin' out the parkin' lot, now we ownin' a buildin', ooh
  Used to tell them niggas I was gon' be here, but they ain't really understand
  Now they see me in that brand new 'Rari and start to think I'm the man
  Now my jeans cost a grand, now my shows fill the stands
  Now they see that I'm ballin' 'cause of how they bring in them bands, ooh
  Now a nigga be tourin', now my money be foreign
  All my niggas be scorin', section very important
  I'm cakin' up, you fakin' up, I'm rollin' weed when I'm wakin' up
  Instead of talkin' shit and try to hate on us, just grab a joint and come bake with us
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa, 
  Juicy J
  , 
  Chris Brown
  ]
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out (Fuck nigga)
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout (Hahaha, uh)
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
   (Man)
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
   (
  Look, okay, okay
  ) [Verse 3: Chris Brown]
  Frontpage, I'm on the news, nigga call me a dropout (Ah)
  Real nigga, one hunnid, never needin' no copout (Nah)
  Diamonds on my chain just pop off (Ow), you already know what I'm 'bout (Haha)
  Got bad bitches from overseas (Yeah), but I need a big ass from the south (Ow)
  Look at us, we made it (Yeah), bottles up in the air now
  Twenty-five racks a night (Uh), give a fuck about sweatin' your hair out (Yeah)
  Getting trippy man with some frisky things (Yeah), I am the shit and you niggas anus
  If I mention y'all, I'ma make you famous, but you still ain't nothin', I'm stainless
  We famous, anythin' you want right now, baby girl, just name it
  And I'ma get real deep in the pussy, the number one nigga, ain't no need for replacement
  Gettin' in my spaceship, I'm high as a bitch, fly as a bitch
  Okay, Juicy J and Wiz, every day we do this shit
  [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa, 
  Juicy J
  ]
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout
  I'm loadin' up and I'm ridin' out, they talkin' shit, but they hidin' out
  Real niggas know what I'm talkin' 'bout