No Label
I put it all down on the table
I spend a few racks cause I'm able
Ima do all this shit with no label
I'm fucking a bitch don't give labels
Plenty of, plenty of, plenty of bands
I'm making it rain need to clean it with rakes
Thats how you know I'm the man
Real shit living fast
Fine me living fast
Feel like dicaprio, give me a bottle I tear off the label
We drink from the bottle until it is fatal, like
I don't know what you want from me
They act up talk tough then they run from me, like uh huh
The boss of the company
I sauce up boss up now the gang they run with me
And I never want little cash on the table want it all for me
Gold Locs will they call for me
I don't know, I wonder
Will they ball with me, like uh huh, uh huh
I don't know what you want from me
I play my songs now they bump with me
I change it up
Flip the game on its head now its raining up
We do it without a record now they aim at us
10 years later hall of fame it up
Man im faded up like
I'm in your top five
Look at my eyes I'm fried like Popeyes
I pray we both die
You want me to kill the game with no Label
I'm able
Suitable for the job like its bow ties
See how I brought back those dope rhymes
Shit it's dope time
I put it all down on the table
I spend a few racks cause I'm able
Ima do all this shit with no label
I'm fucking a bitch don't give labels
Plenty of, plenty of, plenty of cash
I got a bag
Body bags, that's bad
Michael Jack no cap
Damn that bitch got back
Back stab you, fact
Look at me now I been counting this racks
Gold Locs but we wear all black
Why? Cause you in casket
I need a marriage
Married to the game
No airport shit but I been flying
And I need someone to help with my baggage
With my baggage
With my baggage
With my baggage
I put it all down on the table
I spend a few racks cause I'm able
Ima do all this shit with no label
I'm fucking a bitch don't give labels
Plenty of, plenty of, plenty of bands
I'm making it rain need to clean it with rakes
Thats how you know I'm the man
Real shit living fast
Fine me living fast
I put it all down on the table
I spend a few racks cause I'm aable
Ima do all this shit with no label
I'm fucking a bitch don't give labels
Plenty of, plenty of, plenty of bands
I'm making it rain need to clean it with rakes
Thats how you know I'm the man
Real shit living fast
Find me living fast
I spend a few racks cause I'm able
Ima do all this shit with no label
I'm fucking a bitch don't give labels
Plenty of, plenty of, plenty of bands
I'm making it rain need to clean it with rakes
Thats how you know I'm the man
Real shit living fast
Fine me living fast
Feel like dicaprio, give me a bottle I tear off the label
We drink from the bottle until it is fatal, like
I don't know what you want from me
They act up talk tough then they run from me, like uh huh
The boss of the company
I sauce up boss up now the gang they run with me
And I never want little cash on the table want it all for me
Gold Locs will they call for me
I don't know, I wonder
Will they ball with me, like uh huh, uh huh
I don't know what you want from me
I play my songs now they bump with me
I change it up
Flip the game on its head now its raining up
We do it without a record now they aim at us
10 years later hall of fame it up
Man im faded up like
I'm in your top five
Look at my eyes I'm fried like Popeyes
I pray we both die
You want me to kill the game with no Label
I'm able
Suitable for the job like its bow ties
See how I brought back those dope rhymes
Shit it's dope time
I put it all down on the table
I spend a few racks cause I'm able
Ima do all this shit with no label
I'm fucking a bitch don't give labels
Plenty of, plenty of, plenty of cash
I got a bag
Body bags, that's bad
Michael Jack no cap
Damn that bitch got back
Back stab you, fact
Look at me now I been counting this racks
Gold Locs but we wear all black
Why? Cause you in casket
I need a marriage
Married to the game
No airport shit but I been flying
And I need someone to help with my baggage
With my baggage
With my baggage
With my baggage
I put it all down on the table
I spend a few racks cause I'm able
Ima do all this shit with no label
I'm fucking a bitch don't give labels
Plenty of, plenty of, plenty of bands
I'm making it rain need to clean it with rakes
Thats how you know I'm the man
Real shit living fast
Fine me living fast
I put it all down on the table
I spend a few racks cause I'm aable
Ima do all this shit with no label
I'm fucking a bitch don't give labels
Plenty of, plenty of, plenty of bands
I'm making it rain need to clean it with rakes
Thats how you know I'm the man
Real shit living fast
Find me living fast
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Writer(s): Jenze Butter
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