Anymore
(CashMoneyAP)
(Coming from the NextLane)
More drink, new chain, new pain, new fame
The hate been shinin' way more, it's all visage
The hate been shinin' way brighter than the stars
Yeah, outer space envy
Is there any more love left in your system?
Is there any more drugs left in your system?
If I had a son, there still'd be more rain
Toothpaste on the stick, got more aim
Gold on my neck, no trick name
Gold on my neck, Trinidad James
Caught paints every time that the narcs came
I'm with Atlantic but them sticks got Interscopes
I still smell money even though my nose was broke
Tote Dracs like OVO
Got an Illinois like I'm Durkio
To the streets, we still signed
Two bitches, same time
Shot the face of the Rolex, yeah
I'm tryna kill time
We jump on the plane and be right back tomorrow
San Diego plug, I love what he charging
Since I got rich, she been sayin' that she sorry
She won't let me go, I been thinking 'bout Cardi
Money grow on trees, yeah, I have me a garden
Rollie got pointers, no matter who guarding
Shots for the opps and we hit our target
Traphouse jumping like it's a party
Traphouse jumping like it was Jordan
Painting her face, bitch, I'm an artist
Houston lean, I'm feeling like Marcus
Five hundred dollars on a T-shirt
Cali got R's, that mean Zilla got AR's
He gon' flush you like a toilet every time he get pissed off
Buy you real diamonds, you ain't gotta eat at Krystals
Cut soap bricks, now he locked behind the brick wall
Baby drake could've dropped, the way it's been getting off
Stepping on they neck, the plane broke, I can't lift off
Shit was hard then like Chris Paul
It ran deep, we ain't get a lot for Christmas
I ride with a .9 in Tennessee
Want a verse, NBA, gotta charge him a fee
More drink, new chain, new pain, new fame
The hate been shinin' way more, it's all visage
The hate been shinin' way brighter than the stars
Yeah, outer space envy
Is there any more love left in your system?
Is there any more drugs left in your system?
More drink, new chain, new pain, new fame
The hate been shinin' way more, it's all visage
The hate been shinin' way brighter than the stars
Yeah, outer space envy
(Coming from the NextLane)
More drink, new chain, new pain, new fame
The hate been shinin' way more, it's all visage
The hate been shinin' way brighter than the stars
Yeah, outer space envy
Is there any more love left in your system?
Is there any more drugs left in your system?
If I had a son, there still'd be more rain
Toothpaste on the stick, got more aim
Gold on my neck, no trick name
Gold on my neck, Trinidad James
Caught paints every time that the narcs came
I'm with Atlantic but them sticks got Interscopes
I still smell money even though my nose was broke
Tote Dracs like OVO
Got an Illinois like I'm Durkio
To the streets, we still signed
Two bitches, same time
Shot the face of the Rolex, yeah
I'm tryna kill time
We jump on the plane and be right back tomorrow
San Diego plug, I love what he charging
Since I got rich, she been sayin' that she sorry
She won't let me go, I been thinking 'bout Cardi
Money grow on trees, yeah, I have me a garden
Rollie got pointers, no matter who guarding
Shots for the opps and we hit our target
Traphouse jumping like it's a party
Traphouse jumping like it was Jordan
Painting her face, bitch, I'm an artist
Houston lean, I'm feeling like Marcus
Five hundred dollars on a T-shirt
Cali got R's, that mean Zilla got AR's
He gon' flush you like a toilet every time he get pissed off
Buy you real diamonds, you ain't gotta eat at Krystals
Cut soap bricks, now he locked behind the brick wall
Baby drake could've dropped, the way it's been getting off
Stepping on they neck, the plane broke, I can't lift off
Shit was hard then like Chris Paul
It ran deep, we ain't get a lot for Christmas
I ride with a .9 in Tennessee
Want a verse, NBA, gotta charge him a fee
More drink, new chain, new pain, new fame
The hate been shinin' way more, it's all visage
The hate been shinin' way brighter than the stars
Yeah, outer space envy
Is there any more love left in your system?
Is there any more drugs left in your system?
More drink, new chain, new pain, new fame
The hate been shinin' way more, it's all visage
The hate been shinin' way brighter than the stars
Yeah, outer space envy
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Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Kobe Crawford, Frederick Gamst
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