No Strings Attached (feat. Skinny OG & Aye Louis)

Bitch Shut the fuck up
Ay, she knows how it goes
You know how we roll
You a nit nat
Ain't no strings attached bitch
Ain't no strings attached
All you niggas cap
We get racks on racks on racks on rack on racks
2k on her back, 2k for the tat Woah
That's a what, thats a Fendi fact
She just tryna fuck for a Gucci bag
She just tryna fuck for a Louis bag
She just tryna fuck cause she knows she bad

Girl, I'm the man up in my city
Diddy bopping listening to biggie
This my jam watch me get jiggy
Run this house looking like Diggy
Dance moves looking like Shiggy
Power moves looking like fifty
Cash Rules I need me A billie
I can't relate, I can't do minimum wage
I need a million a day, private estates
I don't take her on dates
I just take her out of state
Fuck did you say
Medium well on the steak
We don't do well on the drinks
Fuck did you think
We get our cash from the bank
We get our cash from the brinks
(Yeah Yeah)
I can't do minimum wage
I need a million a day
(Yeah yeah)
I don't take her on dates
I just take her out of state
(Yeah yeah)
She wanna make it last
You can have her back
(Yeah yeah)
She don't know how to act
Baby no strings attached
(Yeah Yeah)

Bitch Shut the fuck up
Ay, she knows how it goes
You know how we roll
You a nit nat
Ain't no strings attached bitch
Ain't no strings attached
All you niggas cap
We get racks on racks on racks on rack on racks
2k on her back, 2k for the tat Woah
That's a what, thats a Fendi fact
She just tryna fuck for a Gucci bag
She just tryna fuck for a Louis bag
She just tryna fuck cause she knows she bad

All we know is go, They don't want no smoke
Hit the jewelry store, Spend 10 racks or more
Hit the Gucci store, She buy all the clothes
I stay on my grind, Can't relax no mo
She take all my time, She gon ask for more
Bond number 9, But I smell like dope
You niggas running out of time,
You better check the score
I swear these niggas don't got no life
They need to check their pulse
I ain't got no choice but to shine
cause i'm electrical
I got the plug on my line, He way in Mexico
Hit that Zaza and I'm fine, Gas like Texico
If she ain't tryna let me slide, I can't text the hoe

Bitch Shut the fuck up
Ay, she knows how it goes
You know how we roll
You a nit nat
Ain't no strings attached bitch
Ain't no strings attached
All you niggas cap
We get racks on racks on racks on rack on racks
2k on her back, 2k for the tat Woah
That's a what, thats a Fendi fact
She just tryna fuck for a Gucci bag
She just tryna fuck for a Louis bag
She just tryna fuck cause she knows she bad



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Writer(s): Weeky Jean-francois
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