No Label Lyrics

One thing that did happen during the 60s was

Some music of an unusual

Or experimental nature did get recorded and did get released

Now look at who the executives were in those companies at those times

These were cigar chomping old guys

Who looked at the product that came and said

I don't know

Who knows what it is, record it, stick it out

If it sells, alright

Uh, swerving in a fuckin bmw

While dodging all the cops and running up my chips

Say she wanna talk to me I'm curving that bitch

Cause it's a grand illusion I don't fuck with Styx

Uh, got so many diamonds on me

That I just caught hypothermia from my wrist

People steady talking but I do not give a fuck

At the end of the day my wallet got 3 chins bitch

I don't need no label

Nobody telling me what to do

I do whatever I want and whenever I want

So don't talk to me if we not cool

Mixing the signals and smirk in my face

Waiting on any opportunity to just screw

Me over I'll stay independent and tell

The executive bitches I do not need you

I don't give a damn anymore if they fuck with me

Bitch I'm so rich buying full diamond cutlery

Got so many chains it's restricting my blood flow

My arm turning purple like a fuckin' nidoking

Aye, extra zeros in my wallet

Stop talking shit if you ain't drowning in cash

Gold on my watch it shine bright like a star bitch

Stop calling this line like Neutron gotta blast

Moving my way up the chain

Did this shit by myself

I am making my own ass rich

Stay on the grind

Put in effort and time

Standing out from the bitches that phone that shit

Posting them pictures on social media

Fake flexing they tryna impress or just fit

Tired of the posers I bust off my ass

While they stay acting like a whole grown ass kid

Uh, swerving in a fuckin bmw

While dodging all the cops and running up my chips

Say she wanna talk to me I'm curving that bitch

Cause it's a grand illusion I don't fuck with Styx

Uh, got so many diamonds on me

That I just caught hypothermia from my wrist

People steady talking but I do not give a fuck

At the end of the day my wallet got three chins bitch

I don't need no label

Nobody telling me what to do

I do whatever I want and whenever I want

So don't talk to me if we not cool

Mixing the signals and smirk in my face

Waiting on any opportunity to just screw

Me over I'll stay independent and tell

The executive bitches I do not need you