No More Beans

(I never get to tell you shit
I think about when i'm not with you)
How they gon jack what I jack
And never do shit for the team (Team)
I came in thumbing thru racks
Money be falling off me (Me
I have no feelings attached (What)
She only got feelings for me (That's Right)
And all of my diamonds get dipped in the lean
Dipped in the lean (That Wock)
I feel ike the super I keep all the keys
All the keys
My money is dirty her pussy is neat
Yeah it's clean (Omg)
I'm filled up with wock and I'm mumbling Z's
Nomore beans
Too many bitches be calling
I fuck em' then give 'em receipts (Facts)
Laid back chilling
With a deuce up in the drank
I ain't tryna kick it
Unless you kicking what you bank
Baby baby bend it over and stop tugging on my chain (Ooh)
Niggas think we cool but we as cool as Lil Zane nigga (Uh)
Heard that there's some pretty bitches here baby
Where they at

Who was really out here putting tneck on the map
Who was really out here turning routes into the trap
That's a fact (Yeah)

Draped in designer controlling my demons
My demons (Demon)
Patek on Patek she throw back a yellow and swing me the racks like Serena (Perkys)
Too much emotions i pour me a double cup Only find love when I'm leaning (Lean)
The T-shirt is careless it's just like my feelings to show you that I'll never need ya
(No No No No No)
And I could've been there before
But you had to go and see how I see us
I shoulda left and never got involved
Cause we never picked up the pieces
And How you be claiming niggas was your Dawg
When You watched em starve and ain't feed em' (Facts)
Ain't Feed Em'
We Pulled up with hunnit we made it look easy
Too much money be peachy
Feel like ain't shit you can't teach me
Doing a buck on the deegan
Pockets real fat like Keenan
Talking bout Ms like Regis
I fuck no hoes just divas
I fuck no hoes just divas
I fuck no hoes just divas

Yeah

(Ha Ha Ha)

Let's see what I can say and how I can say it



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Writer(s): Paris Rodriguez
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