No Comparison

Yeah
You hurda me
Nah
Ain't No Comparison

What's a Supra to a Benz
What's a paper to a pen
Who got cash no card
Who got bands on hand

I got more rubber bands
50 ball in month
Hunnid grand
Hunnid bands
Got the ballas to stunt
Got the strippers in the front
Corporate niggas on the side
The broke niggas
Chillin by the bathroom with the vibes

Saucy
Ya you know them niggas get flossy
Five bands on a fit
Pockets leanin and walkin
Them Jane doe bitches
They be feenin and jockin
The Rolex boys
Steady geekin and talkin

Ima boss tho
A Ross tho
Pay off ya car note
Eat up on escargot

Shawdy like my swag
She be slidin on the down low
When I got that bag
Hit her ass nine five four

Bought the Carti cash
With the stash
With the fuck you money
She ain't never passed on no sack
She like love you honey

I ain't never fumbled on no bag
Only multiplied
If he sayin that we be beefin
Nigga hella fried
Spray these niggas like they some bugs
Fucking pesticides
Can't never really step up
Niggas really terrified
Shit gon get too real
This bitch Nigga petrified
Yellin gangsta this and that
Nigga hella lied

You better watch over the nigga you be checkin on
You catch ya nigga wit a opp
You know he movin wrong
That boy a cop
He bleedin blue
He turning federal
You catch a case
But just in case
You know he coming home
I'm never telling
Never speakin on no telephone
But Ima always put me first
I'm gon never fold

What's a Supra to a Benz
What's a paper to a pen
Who got cash no card
Who got bands on hand
I got more rubber bands
50 ball in month
Hunnid grand
Hunnid bands
Got the ballas to stunt



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Writer(s): Stravensky Similien
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