No Love
No fear inside my heart cause I stare death in his eyes
If my niggas me say fuck em it's a eye for a eye
Broke so it ain't too much to discuss
I been on a paper chase and bitch I'm in rush
Sippin on this 1942 to get loose
I'm in my bag and I can't lose
don't have no time to pick and choose
Know that it's my time and I fuck whoever doubting me
I been on my own so don't I need no one surrounding me
Put my bitch in triple s
Diamonds drip like VVS
Fuck it they ain't hear me yet
Loyal cause I keep her wet
Never trust a hoe so I can't fuck without a rubber
and I'll never trust another
I can't go out like no sucker
It's too many hoes man it's too many freaks
It's too many people trying tell me how to be
It's too many
You can see my diamonds in the rain
You can feel the passion and the pain
I let her do whatever whenever
I put Chanel on sweater
I keep her wetter then ever
I make her scream like Coachella
I don't do apologies
Moving like a CEO is really how I'm tryna be
I gotta be
You can see my diamonds in the rain
You can feel the passion and the pain
Bugatti and that Benz I need that presidential tint
I could never lose, I could never fold
And If I had to cut you off then I would do it again
If I had to tell you once bet I won't say it again
I can't let too many people get to close me
And that's just how it's supposed to be
been working in the low and ain't no other n**** hot as me
You can see my diamonds in the rain
You can feel the passion and the pain
I let her do whatever whenever
I put Chanel on sweater
I keep her wetter then ever
I make her scream like Coachella
Bugatti and that Benz I need that presidential tint
I could never lose, I could never fold
And If I had to cut you off then I would do it again
If I had to tell you once bet I won't say it again
Crazy how they love you but they never understand
My foot all on the gas to put my mama in a Benz
I gotta keep it real with all my family and my friends
I fell in love with diamonds just to make them bitches dance
Fuck it watch me turn up on em
Fuck it watch me do the dash
Never catch be hanging round no niggas who don't want a bag
White T I rock retros I stay true to all my roots
I could give you lessons how to move when they gone choose
Devil on back but I can't let him get a hold of me
If my niggas me say fuck em it's a eye for a eye
Broke so it ain't too much to discuss
I been on a paper chase and bitch I'm in rush
Sippin on this 1942 to get loose
I'm in my bag and I can't lose
don't have no time to pick and choose
Know that it's my time and I fuck whoever doubting me
I been on my own so don't I need no one surrounding me
Put my bitch in triple s
Diamonds drip like VVS
Fuck it they ain't hear me yet
Loyal cause I keep her wet
Never trust a hoe so I can't fuck without a rubber
and I'll never trust another
I can't go out like no sucker
It's too many hoes man it's too many freaks
It's too many people trying tell me how to be
It's too many
You can see my diamonds in the rain
You can feel the passion and the pain
I let her do whatever whenever
I put Chanel on sweater
I keep her wetter then ever
I make her scream like Coachella
I don't do apologies
Moving like a CEO is really how I'm tryna be
I gotta be
You can see my diamonds in the rain
You can feel the passion and the pain
Bugatti and that Benz I need that presidential tint
I could never lose, I could never fold
And If I had to cut you off then I would do it again
If I had to tell you once bet I won't say it again
I can't let too many people get to close me
And that's just how it's supposed to be
been working in the low and ain't no other n**** hot as me
You can see my diamonds in the rain
You can feel the passion and the pain
I let her do whatever whenever
I put Chanel on sweater
I keep her wetter then ever
I make her scream like Coachella
Bugatti and that Benz I need that presidential tint
I could never lose, I could never fold
And If I had to cut you off then I would do it again
If I had to tell you once bet I won't say it again
Crazy how they love you but they never understand
My foot all on the gas to put my mama in a Benz
I gotta keep it real with all my family and my friends
I fell in love with diamonds just to make them bitches dance
Fuck it watch me turn up on em
Fuck it watch me do the dash
Never catch be hanging round no niggas who don't want a bag
White T I rock retros I stay true to all my roots
I could give you lessons how to move when they gone choose
Devil on back but I can't let him get a hold of me
Credits
Writer(s): Coree Stacey
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