S4TW / No Bad News Lyrics

Sun out bad hoes

Cream whip cash rules

Cancun vibes

Right now don't wanna hear no bad news

Can that ass clap better yet

Did the bag move

Only did this shit cause i could i ain't have to

If you wanna go band for band that's a bad move

Getting money always on my mind like a tattoo

That mean it cannot fade

Why you speak i did not ask you

Same nigga dreads a lil longer

4 tatted too

I might drop a 4

Had a dream of 4 matics too

My eyes kinda closed

And i'm with taker like the actor dude

All i want is like forty acres so i lab the booth

And honestly i be undecided so i'm asking you

I was talking wet on Poseidon now i'm hanging with titans

Knew the bitch was grimey i told bro that don't make me a psychic

I den turned into a dog nigga do that make me a lycan

Just because that nigga is yo friend that don't mean that i like him

I put my mind on the money and found me a wifey

Just because we from the same city don't mean he alike me

All i learned was most these bitches trifling don't put nothing by them

My arsenal is bigger that a giant my favorite weapon silence

Duh that brother and if he not why the fuck he beside me

Sat around just thinking to myself like them niggas ain't lying

Damn maybe I'm the problem

Is it the way i make her sing like the koala

Or the way i think i'm bruce and this is Gotham

See they ain't know a threat until i started

Cause something snapped and i start thinking like artist

So sorry for the wait i might start dropping shit regardless

So sorry for the wait come down court and then i spark it

So sorry for the wait but been tryna feed my team like Boston Market

But shit been in the way don't get me started

So sorry for the wait do not invite me to no parties

So sorry for the wait i'm checking stats while i'm recording

What the fuck is brakes all my niggas know is floor it

Riding round with sticks in them horses Ralph Lauren

Man i thought it was a drought we kept scoring

He think he fucking with me he meth smoking

That's M I A to M A G to A T S

I'm out the states i'm on the beach this sand the best

A chill fit i'm dressed how Adam Sandler dress

With drum mag we on his block now he can't get no rest

He run fast I'm not goin cap could be me in a race

Don't you know that money is the answer

We goin be straight

Sun out bad hoes

Cream whip cash rules

Cancun vibes

Right now don't wanna hear no bad news

Can that ass clap better yet

Did the bag move

Only did this shit cause i could i ain't have to

If you wanna go band for band that's a bad move

Getting money always on my mind like a tattoo

That mean it cannot fade

Why you speak i did not ask you

Same nigga dreads a lil longer

4 tatted too

I might drop a 4

Had a dream of 4 matics too

My eyes kinda closed

And i'm with taker like the actor dude

All i want is like forty acres so i lab the booth

And honestly i be undecided so i'm asking you

I was talking wet on Poseidon now i'm hanging with titans

Knew the bitch was grimey i told bro that don't make me a psychic

I den turned into a dog nigga do that make me a lycan

Just because that nigga is yo friend that don't mean that i like him