No More
We gonna run it up
Tired of feeling this pain oh
We gon level up
Tired of playing this game no
Prices is going up
We had to stay in our lane
I put that shit on gang
Don't give a fuck about fame
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
These niggas is dumb as what
We fucking this summer up
Counting these hundreds up
She want a tummy tuck
But I do not want to fuck
Cause I like nice things
Natural women with tiger stripes on they ass that look like lightening
The booty that's worth the biting
Yeah Yeah
Pull up to Soho o oh
Driving a 5 speed
Color is Roho oh
Browsing safari
Moving in slo mo oh
She want the aux plug
I tell her oh no oh oh
She play some bull shit
Then she gotta go oh oh
Right out the door oh oh
I stay on my grind
For sure
I can't waist no time
No more
Blessings from divine
Plus more
I came for what's mine
And yours
New whip, low mileage
New drip, no stylist
To fly, no pilot
Crazy flow, asylum
Shine different
Cause my grind different
Had a dream
Had to align with it
Universe gave me signs with it
Divine always on time with it
We gonna run it up
Tired of feeling this pain oh
We gon level up
Tired of playing this game no
Prices is going up
We had to stay in our lane
I put that shit on gang
Don't give a fuck about fame
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Blue Faces Hundreds Rich
Diamonds Shining Vvs Lit
Shooters Sharp Target Hit
Exclusive A lot of Fly ass Drip
Word to my mama
Suffer from trauma
You don't want drama
Dripping in Prada
So Talk to me propa
On top like Obama
She say my D2B
She Call me Osama
She think it's a drug
She call me big pharma
She throwing it back
I'm Guessing that's karma
We gonna run it up
Tired of feeling this pain oh
We gon level up
Tired of playing this game no
Prices is going up
We had to stay in our lane
I put that shit on gang
Don't give a fuck about fame
No more
Tired of feeling this pain oh
We gon level up
Tired of playing this game no
Prices is going up
We had to stay in our lane
I put that shit on gang
Don't give a fuck about fame
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
These niggas is dumb as what
We fucking this summer up
Counting these hundreds up
She want a tummy tuck
But I do not want to fuck
Cause I like nice things
Natural women with tiger stripes on they ass that look like lightening
The booty that's worth the biting
Yeah Yeah
Pull up to Soho o oh
Driving a 5 speed
Color is Roho oh
Browsing safari
Moving in slo mo oh
She want the aux plug
I tell her oh no oh oh
She play some bull shit
Then she gotta go oh oh
Right out the door oh oh
I stay on my grind
For sure
I can't waist no time
No more
Blessings from divine
Plus more
I came for what's mine
And yours
New whip, low mileage
New drip, no stylist
To fly, no pilot
Crazy flow, asylum
Shine different
Cause my grind different
Had a dream
Had to align with it
Universe gave me signs with it
Divine always on time with it
We gonna run it up
Tired of feeling this pain oh
We gon level up
Tired of playing this game no
Prices is going up
We had to stay in our lane
I put that shit on gang
Don't give a fuck about fame
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more
No more, no more, no more, no more
Blue Faces Hundreds Rich
Diamonds Shining Vvs Lit
Shooters Sharp Target Hit
Exclusive A lot of Fly ass Drip
Word to my mama
Suffer from trauma
You don't want drama
Dripping in Prada
So Talk to me propa
On top like Obama
She say my D2B
She Call me Osama
She think it's a drug
She call me big pharma
She throwing it back
I'm Guessing that's karma
We gonna run it up
Tired of feeling this pain oh
We gon level up
Tired of playing this game no
Prices is going up
We had to stay in our lane
I put that shit on gang
Don't give a fuck about fame
No more
Credits
Writer(s): Jourdan Roberson
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