No Time 4 Talking

Uh, I flip the bag for the south
17, Bitch I'm the talk of the town
I told my Mama, "I'm first to the crown"
She wanna give me that
Fuck her, Don't hit her back
Baby, I'm pushin' them pounds
Baby, we go for them rounds
Shoot at the pussies who think they be spiffy
Bounce off and I Bounce back
How are you not gonna miss me?
Hop in that SLS
Diamonds be M&Ms, Uh
I bet yo bitch wanna kiss me, Uh
I bet yo bitch ass gon' diss me, Uh
Spending' that money
We get it back, Frisbee
I ran that shit to the grave
I don't show up 'til I'm paid
Hit up my shooter for clean up
They maids
Wrist got the water
My ice from The Bay
Yuh, Yuh
Scene from the pent be fleek, Yuh
Stars on the roof be clean, Yuh
22, Bitch that's the team
Give me my money
My cream, Yuh
Big booty bitch and she lookin' at me
Take that lil bitch from the back
Soon as the pants come off it's a wrap
Look at yo face when you talk
That's Caps
Look at my face when I talk
Thats Facts
Pull up, The engine be hitting my back
Sippin' the lean, It got me relaxed
Sippin' the lean, It got me relaxed

Yuh, putting the lamb' in sport
Yuh, Fuck the judge
Fuck the courts, Yuh
Touchin' money that's forsure, Yuh
Coast off the west, Off the port
Twin double bag, Got the foreign, Yuh
Twin double bag, Got the foreign, Yuh
Hit up the H when I'm tourin', Yuh
Helmut Lang, Man, That coat that I'm Sportin'
Aye, Man
And this chain hanging down to my belly, Bitch
And you dudes disconnected from that money shit
Yeah, You dudes disconnected from that money shit
Pissin' on yo grave
Bitch, I'm feeling like I'm Kelly, Bitch
Run up the bands to my teller
If I'm gon' fuck her
Don't tell her
Bitches can't see me like Keller
Money so long, Money so long
I don't even know how to measure
You can get all the smoke, All the pressure
You can get all the smoke, All the pressure
Aye, You can get all the smoke
All the pressure



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Writer(s): Kapri
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