No Love Lyrics

Ain't riding no wave

I'm making my own

I'm Counting some bread

While getting some dome

A nigga too busy

Might buy me a clone

I stand on my words

It's written in stone

She want to fuck

Because she smell the Versace

Eat up the cat

Yeah I call it hibachi

Don't loaf with my bread

Don't think you should try me

Bro slide with sticks

Would think he play hockey

Smoking this musty

Got BO

Ran through her pussy

Cardio

Now you got to go bitch

Adios

She got that NyQuil

Comatose

Bitches talk crazy

Don't know how to act

Don't put my hands on her

Just beat up the cat

Throw dirt on my name

Got this shit out the mud

Shit left me heartless

I can't show no love

Keep fire like dragons

No lacking hoe

I don't act I don't do

Too much capping hoe

Got the wire

If niggas want static hoe

Spark it up

Turn these niggas

To ashes hoe

Get some top

From a eater

Don't go on dates

Do a trick in a bitch

Like some roller skates

See the shine you go blind

From the rollie face

Yeah the bitch kinda bad

But her booty fake

My heart used to be red

Now it's blacker than tar

But the past is the past

So today I go hard

I know niggas be praying

That I don't go far

Bitch I peep the fake love

Won't expose who you are

I forgot what's a key

All I know push to start

Yeah that bitch did me dirty

No hate it my Heart

Swear I'm all about business

I'm checking the charts

We all playing our roles

Memorized all the parts

How he know

Switch the flow up

Wood low

Roll some more up

Bro bought a four

Pour some more up

We showing out

When we show up

Money dancing all around me

Diddy bopping & jigging

Pussy nigga try to touch it

Hotboy getting ignorant

My niggas hit stains

Then we split up the change

This a fam not a gang

Won't get left in the rain

If you talking insane

Do your brains like Cobain

I'm her side not her main

We finesse him he lame

The dope beat my ass

Because I'm smoking that strong

It's Just me and my partner

He Cheech and I'm Chong

And We got a few bitches

They downing patron

Yeah this cool for right now

Money call then I'm gone

Ain't riding no wave

I'm making my own

I'm Counting some bread

While getting some dome

A nigga too busy

Might buy me a clone

I stand on my words

It's written in stone

She want to fuck

Because she smell the Versace

Eat up the cat

Yeah I call it hibachi

Don't loaf with my bread

Don't think you should try me

Bro slide with sticks

Would think he play hockey

Smoking this musty

Got BO

Ran through her pussy

Cardio

Now you got to go bitch

Adios

She got that NyQuil

Comatose

Bitches talk crazy

Don't know how to act

Don't put my hands on her

Just beat up the cat

Throw dirt on my name

Got this shit out the mud

Shit left me heartless

I can't show no love