Nobu ft. Booda & Nikz Lyrics

Shorty say she need a man

No not me

We gon' chase the bag

Till the money stay green

See your in the back

And she wana chat to me

What's the move

What's the plan

You really want me I said

No baby no boo

Imma get this shit till I'm eatin

Nobu

Till I'm drippin in this sauce

From my head to toes too

I don't fuck up wit your gang

I can cut the ties loose

Understand that I ain't rollin

With no mob ties here

I'm pretty sure I'm rollin

With some godlike peers

Got a plan will have you lookin

Like oh god they here

Your man he's on a move

Like he's gona go clear

I said no baby

No boo

Your man is living life

That he's only faking

Yeah I'm sat up with my boo

And we paper chasin

Yeah I'm running up a cheque

Like I'm rally racing

I shuffle decks of cards

And put my chips all in

Your man they round the table

And they start stallin

I get a call up from his b

He's like who's that calling

Stop talking

Put the money all in

I know you are gonna wanna

Try and roll with me

When I collect the pot

And skate out

With my team

I don't have to roll around

With a ting on me

I'm to fresh and clean

For your bitch to see

Shorty say she need a man

No not me

We gon' chase the bag

Till the money stay green

See your in the back

And she wana chat to me

Whats the move

Whats the plan

I said you really want me

I said no baby no boo

Imma get this shit

Till I'm eatin Nobu

Till I'm dripping in this sauce

From my head to toes to

I don't fuck up wit your gang

I can cut the ties loose

I remember when I

First picked up the pack

I saw the mula and I

Ain't never looked back

I was hoping one day that

When I was young

That I could count a rack

And now we

Shopping up in Harveys

Spending nickels cus we can

Nikz and Booda yea

We mixing up the pan

Kneading yola in the kitchen

Tryna get that dough for kam

I remember when we

Didn't have a plan

And now we flying overseas

So we can shop up in Milan

Now we stay zoned

Pour some Henny in my cup

It keep me stable

I'm with your bm

And your youtes in a cradle

I'm fuckin her

But I'm wrapped up like an 8 ball

Bitches wanna hate more

Blow up like some claymore

All this shit is paid for

How you think we make dough

Tryna stack this peso

Tryna stack this peso

Get up out my lane bro

I charge it to the game bro

Shorty say she need a man

No not me

We gon' chase the bag

Till the money stay green

See your in the back

And she wanna chat to me

Whats the move

Whats the plan

I said you really want me

I said no baby no boo

Imma get this shit

Till I'm eatin Nobu

Till I'm dripping in this sauce

From my head to toes too

I don't fuck up with your gang

I can cut the ties loose

Yeah