No Labels Lyrics

The way these hoes act, they belong on broadway

T-Take my talents to Miami like LeBron James

I give this everything I got to win the ball game

I need them diamonds I make sure I'm dripped in Balmain's

All I see is haters

All I get is paper

W-W-Why they acting like they can't give one seat at the table (yeah)

Rollup getting high with this hoe we got no labels

P-P-Put her to the side

Hollup I been tryna make it up

Yeah I been tryna make it up

Yeah She been tryna make love

Yeah, yeah

I been tryna make this bread

I said I been tryna make dubs

Racks I chase

Tryna dodge Satan

God at my place

N-No the devil can't take me

Nah you can't take away (nah)

I can't take a break

Finna hit the fade away yeah

(Ok, oh yeah)

(Ok, oh yeah)

(Ok, oh yeahh)

The way these hoes act, they belong on broadway

T-Take my talents to Miami like LeBron James

I give this everything I got to win the ball game

I need them diamonds I make sure I'm dripped in Balmain's

All I see is haters

All I get is paper

W-W-Why they acting like they can't give one seat at the table (yeah)

Rollup getting high with this hoe we got no labels

P-P-Put her to the side

Hollup I been tryna make it up

(Pull up to the side baby I been tryna make it up)

(Pull up-P-Pull up to the side baby I been tryna make it up)