No Tomorrow Lyrics

Yeah, it's Friday crack open the bottle

Spent five days workin' out wit a model

She from Fresno but I met her in Charlotte

New floors, yeah we walkin' on marble

Like crescendo yeah my pockets got larger

Yeah, ya wins low yeah you is a Roger

Love my light skins but I like 'em darker

What it's hittin for, tryna see sumn 'boutcha

You a open book yeah like Aristotle

Look how long it took yeah this shit is colossal

They mistook me like I was the problem

Got 'em shook when he hop out a Mazda

Marc he my blood Kydro my patna

I make it flood in the rain in the darkness

I keep it a hunnid but you the imposter

Been through it all yeah the pain made me heartless

Pour the tequila with sorrow

We might not be here tomorrow

Then we go shop at the mall

Throwin' dubs watch 'em fall

Know how it is at the bottom

Left me for dead in the coffin

Thumbin' that paper that's often

Setting wagers when I'm golfing

Know some niggas keep the dope in the attic

Shop a lot yeah like a bad habit

When I'm in the lot get fly like Aladdin

She was from the Bronx but I think she was Latin

Split her open yeah she call me savage

She don't give a damn yeah she know she a bad bitch

She get on her knees yeah say she gotta have it

Billie Jean tryna slide Michael Jackson

Hit her once fell in love wit the magic

Keep callin yea I swear she a addict

She pull it out when we sittin in traffic

I stretch her out good like she elastic

Celui on me yeah that be the fabric

I flex a lot cause I never had shit

They tried to play me yeah like I was average

On site yeah that's automatic

Had to boss up, not wit none of that sad shit

Lil mama thick she been eatin' her cabbage

Try to run down yeah that might be ya last wish

Don't want no G-Shock I need a paddock

Felipe (Felipe)

Watch how you talkin' to me (Talkin' to me)

I take the dog off the leash (Dog off the leash)

When we fuck gotta keep it discrete

Pour the tequila with sorrow

We might not be here tomorrow

Then we go shop at the mall

Throwin' dubs watch 'em fall

Know how it is at the bottom

Left me for dead in the coffin

Thumbin' that paper that's often

Setting wagers when I'm golfing

Gotta brown skin jawn she tryna fuck

Ten percent tint they don't know that it's us

Got that shit for you, yeah you know you gone cuss

Fuck dat nigga, yeah he ran out of luck

Itchy fingers never ran out of bucks

Seven figures I need all of the above

Know some crip niggas they show me love

We bought a VIP we poppin' bub