No Wealth Flow Lyrics

Yeah, haha, I be hittin' notes in a sail, sailin' coast to coast

How you like that boat

I'ma loce, I'm about to catch a body, goin' to and fro

All my sails in my body, I'm about to hit a note

All these bands in my pockets, you think that it's paid for

All these mans in my block, that you gotta spray for

Hundred mans, hundred mans, hundred mans, go

We gon' paint the other side, yeah, the side where the feds go

I be mixin' high, get em' high like a supply

These other people cookin' up like they got a stir fry

Talibans, Talibans, bring em' all them bands

Wait until you see your girlfriend show up with your man, haha

You think that you're on your own

Wait till I rip your face off

Fifty-seven, that bag talk

Fifty-seven, that mag talk

And you better think of yourself when I'm tearin' up that face off

Cause you don't get no wealth, cause you don't get no health, haha

Sorry about that, forgive me, I been takin' that timmy

Makin' my stomach hurt, you should try and forgive me

Ooh, what it do, what it do, what it do

Got a nosebleed comin' on, comin' right through

You think that you're on your own

Wait till I rip your face off

Fifty-seven, that bag talk

Fifty-seven, that mag talk

And you better think of yourself when I'm tearin' up that face off

Don't get no wealth, cause you don't get no health, haha

And we're back for round two

While you smokin' all the crack, too

I didn't realize I just walked inside another crack-zoo

Man, these people, they all suck

They just told me they made a pact, too

Oh my God

That's me when they told me not to do what they do

I mean, why should I be stupid and just dumb

They're always talkin' down to me like I'm somebody on the run

You think you're tough, little girl

Go and run, get a check

Oh, I forgot you were talkin' down to me

When you couldn't make a bank

These people, they be mad

Cause I be spittin' all the facts

Yeah, I got a sassy personality

I know what's next

They call me stupid, call me dumb

But they don't know what's comin' next

They all got a bunch of common sense like some rotten eggs

You think that you're on your own

Wait till I rip your face off

Fifty-seven, that bag talk

Fifty-seven, that mag talk

And you better think of yourself when I'm tearin' up that face off

Don't get no wealth, cause you don't get no health, haha

How they be makin' fun of me when their future is on their necks

And I'm not talkin' about hangin' them from a noose

And wringing out their necks

And I'm not talkin' about spendin' money

I just painted my Patek

I'm a wreck

Got some big dawgs paging my Patek, ooohh

You think that you're on your own

Wait till I rip your face off

Fifty-seven, that bag talk

Fifty-seven, that mag talk

And you better think of yourself when I'm tearin' up that face off

Don't get no wealth, cause you don't get no health, haha