No Pressure Lyrics

Aye

Why you trippin on that nigga you can do better

Leaving smears from your tears on my rhude sweater

Cut that nigga off and find a better route

I can be your fall back and fuck you on the couch

Let me fly you out

All star weekend days in the Hamptons

It aint shit to a nigga every day making franklins

You can get what you need but you gotta have patience

Listen more and talk less bae I know its hard to face it

Stop hanging with your so called friends

They basic

Let that money chase you and never chase it

Dont let that nigga fool you with a bracelet

You only got one heart you can't replace it

Just focus on your bag baby

Don't worry bout that nigga get your cash baby

Pump your breaks slow it down

Your moving fast baby

Make this shit a daily hustle

Me and cashmadeit

Oh you got kids huh

Let me guess you want that nigga to pay your bills?

You want that trip to California in the hills huh?

Thats a lot of pressure baby you gotta chill

Taking online classes

You can barely see without your glasses

You think its nerdy but to me you look the baddest

Aye

Them Lulu Leggings make that ass look the fattest

Pussy good you can get the refund from my taxes

Instead of waiting on that call you should fall back

Stop trippin

Momma said that nigga bad for you but you didn't listen

You got blisters on your feet from working graveyard shifts

Yeah your single with some kids but you still a bad bitch

I love them stripes on your ass your a tiger

Come here

I pick you up so you can see me fuck you in the mirror

Good neck baby head game top tier

Drippy nigga white buffs Ima rain deer

They aint the whitest but my pockets the bluest

Your ex nigga he blew it

And I know what to do with it

Say you sick and tired of crying every time he do stupid shit

Now your crestatians wine and dinning pulling up in the newest shit

Your son calls me jones

I get a kick out of it

Let you do the adlibs on my record and get percentage of it

Buy a lot of Birkins and channel and make them jealous of it

That double R culivan on the way look like a telly tuby

That pussy give me wings like a Red Bull

She like it rough with dirty talk and her hair pulled

She climb on top and turn around like a bar stool

This dick will make you leave that nigga like a gargoyle