No Seats

Hold up hold up
Flex on them young bitches
Flex on them

They never wanted to hear me
So I got that cold flow
Like a river with the fucken flow
Rolling in a black Lambo with no back seats
Yeah I'm getting bitches
You can stay in the nose bleeds
Getting to the paper
You ain't gonna see me fold
Driving with the top down and my hands full
Never letting go
We going to get it though
Remember they ain't hear my flow
Watch me kill it though

I stay winning
I stay on that dream
Hold let me get a pack then flip it
Double back on the homies
Double back on them bitches
They said again we wouldn't win it
And yet again I got that figures
So I count it in their faces
They can't take it no more
I've been praying everyday
For that bricks like lotto
Got me going to the cash
So I have it in my back pack
Four pockets full
So matter fuck where the haters at

They never wanted to hear me
So I got that cold flow
Like a river with the fucken flow
Rolling in a black Lambo with no back seats
Yeah I'm getting bitches
You can stay in the nose bleeds
Getting to the paper
You ain't gonna see me fold
Driving with the top down and my hand full
Never letting go
We going to get it though
Remember they ain't hear my flow
Watch me kill it though

We just young niggas
Where that bag at
Where that cash at
Smoke a pound of good kush with no hazard
It's a habit
I've got to live cause I have it
Spit like I'm going to live once
Split like I'm going to get it twice
Fuck them bitches the I doubled up the price
When we came from nothing
When we strapped like covert Harvey
Praying that we get a fucken break from this broke shit
Ain't nobody gonna quite
So I start a fucken record label
Me and Teflon D

They never wanted to hear me
So I got that cold flow
Like a river with the fucken flow
Rolling in a black Lambo with no back seats
Yeah I'm getting bitches
You can stay in the nose bleeds
Getting to the paper
You ain't gonna see me fold
Driving with the top down and my hands full
Never letting go
We going to get it though
Remember they ain't hear my flow
Watch me kill it though

Hold up
Flow up
My flow so sick
Your bitch all on my dick
I'ma' do it until I can't no more
Until I run the paper up like canofol
I'm the game player
Ref and the fucken C.E.O
Godamnit
Looking like Vince carter with the grand slam
A field full of money
Never beat about the bush
Smoke a pound of that kush
And stay levitated
Remember we ain't have so we got to get it
Ho's up
Bros up
Money over bitches
You know I'll go stack my fucken riches
Fuck a bitch that be in her feelings
Forgetting about young J.L. Ca$h
And Teflon D
L.I.T.M. niggas in the building



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Writer(s): Deon R Lewis, Josh Lewis
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