No Way Lyrics

Give me that

Give me that

Give me that, give me that, give me that

I'm off the chain cause I picked the lock

And turned the walk of shame into a victory trot

Around the globe to see who could make the tricky shot

So pick your spot if ya wanna horse around

And see how high ya get until I force ya down

And land ya back on top of Plymouth Rock

The bottom line is dollar sign dollar sign

I gotta shine until I'm outta time, it's by design

Like trench coats from Columbine

And if that's out of line, then follow mine

To Medellin to get back in line, the traffic's fine

Just one balloon and bag at a time

Overseas maneuvering, packing it in

Pushing up into her Nuvaring, I'm attracted to sin

And this class isn't spin, you can crash

It depend on the pants ya sit in, for you to pass

I won't draw it out, I'm just doodling

You're not my cup of tea, ya too green

Keep having that, ball don't go thru the hoop dream

My old thing is your new thing, so keep on cleaning up after me

Till ya coming untied, cause you been running on a shoestring

Give me that, give me that

Give me everything that you got

Give me them, give me them

Give me them boots, give me them socks

Give me that, give me that, give me that

Give me that, give me that,

Give me everything that you got

Give me them bags, give me that guap

Give me that juice, give me that pop, pop

No way, man don't play

I had to pray, too long

You been gone, so no way

No way, man, no way

You ran away, you wrong

You can't stay, you still gone

Give me that, give me that

Give me everything that you got

Give me them, give me them

Give me them boots, give me them socks

Give me that, give me that, give me that

Give me that, give me that,

Give me everything that you got

Give me them bags, give me that guap

Give me that juice, give me that pop, pop

Looking back, I've shook attacks like Michael Vick, so look at that

Go roll the tape, you might be sick when you scroll through my book of rap

You want beef? I'll cook a dog, I'll cook a rat I'll cook a cat

You left ya nightmare way back when long ago, well welcome back

When ya checked your bag, who knew the jet could lag

So late into the second act, so DJ can you play that record back

I ain't got to check how to make matters facts for fact checkers

See that's checkers, but I came to play the game with the masters of chess

If ya ask me what's next, I'll say look and behold, something beautiful

Ya never thought could unfold per the usual story that's told in these parts

In too deep in the part of the sea that breeds sharks, so breathe smart

And you won't need no pardon from me

My fees start by the week, from when I start to speak

I never park my beak, so you can drive the market with me

And you been the hardest to reach ever since I gave a harsh critique

About all the profits we don't see within the margins on your sheet

Give me that, give me that

Give me everything that you got

Give me them, give me them

Give me them boots, give me them socks

Give me that, give me that, give me that

Give me that, give me that,

Give me everything that you got

Give me them bags, give me that guap

Give me that juice, give me that pop, pop

No way, man don't play

I had to pray, too long

You been gone, so no way

No way, man, no way

You ran away, you wrong

You can't stay, you still gone

Give me that, give me that

Give me everything that you got

Give me them, give me them

Give me them boots, give me them socks

Give me that, give me that, give me that

Give me that, give me that,

Give me everything that you got

Give me them bags, give me that guap

Give me that juice, give me that pop, pop