Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No More , by - Birdman. Release date: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
No More |
| I got the brown bag full of money |
| I got the work goin to florida |
| And I swore that I won’t ever hustla no more |
| But I don’t never say that no more got my mind |
| Right nah |
| I got the brown bag full of money |
| I got the work goin to florida and I swore |
| That I won’t ever hustla no more |
| But I don’t never say that no more got my mind |
| Right money right |
| The pots hot as the rock expands it the paper chasin' |
| Man on the clock like hands grindin |
| Like teeth get money like Heathcliff huxtable keep it comin |
| Like keith gotta make last forever for worse |
| Or for better gotta make it past the devil |
| So guns I got several and everybody plays the fool says aaron |
| Nevelle but I just play to win holler back like heavy metal |
| Smellin like pedals from a rose so they hoes |
| My breads buildin bagels and legos when I rose |
| They froze trust me for the pesos I’m an a hole AK holes |
| Think face blow and understand talkin money |
| By the case loads gun off safety I’m in safe mode |
| I will hold court until the case closed |
| Brown bag bitch |
| I got the brown bag full of money |
| I got the work goin to florida |
| And I swore that I won’t ever hustla no more |
| But I don’t never say that no more got my mind |
| Right nah |
| I got the brown bag full of money |
| I got the work goin to florida |
| And I swore that I won’t ever hustla no more |
| But I don’t never say that no more got my mind |
| Right money right |
| Young new investment ain’t no turnin me back |
| Had the rubber band stacks in the button king sack |
| And I ain’t never goin back sike I love the life standin |
| Under the street ilght tryin to get off that white |
| At a reasonable price nah I ain’t tryin to bargain |
| Wit ya niggas hatin well I guess they gonna be |
| Starvin wit you I got 2 jobs I sell and cop shit |
| Like father like son well I was adopoted |
| I told the birdman stunna gimme a chance and I don’t even wanna |
| Tell you waht I did with my advance cause I’m only a man |
| I had to feed my fam takin that hood shit |
| And copped 3,024 grams man I guess it is what it is it |
| Was what it was before the rap game I waas sellin drugs |
| Either way I’m six figures before my first record |
| Allstar, y’all gon' respect my work ethics I’m a hustla |
| I got the brown bag full of money |
| I got the work goin to florida |
| And I swore that I won’t ever hustla no more |
| But I don’t never say that no more got my mind |
| Right nah |
| I got the brown bag full of money |
| I got the work goin to florida |
| And I swore that I won’t ever hustla no more |
| But I don’t never say that no more got my mind |
| Right money right |
| Yeah thank you up nigga uptown from an 8 to a quarter |
| From a half to a brick from an 0 to the ozies |
| That how I’m hood rich and murder was the case got me |
| Emptyin a lot clips stunna hollerin birdman |
| Nigga right back in this bitch 3rd world throw the u |
| Up I’m rollin in the whip with this money on my mind gotta |
| Hustla and to lift them high rise dealin me and youngin |
| On some shit breaking bread choppin millions |
| Cause a bitch ain’t shit told as a youngin how roll |
| With the chopper if money on your block for the money |
| Ima pop ya nigga wanna hate but they money |
| Wouldn’t stop us from ridin fly whips now they ho out |
| Jockin we stunnin while ya hating nigga stunna |
| Is what made ya I hear ya poppin shit |
| But the birdman raised ya bitch |
| Birdman got an army birdman got a navy |
| And cash money can’t save ya |
| I got the brown bag full of money |
| I got the work goin to florida |
| And I swore that I won’t ever hustla no more |
| But I don’t never say that no more got my mind |
| Right nah |
| I got the brown bag full of money |
| I got the work goin to florida |
| And I swore that I won’t ever hustla no more |
| But I don’t never say that no more got my mind |
| Right money right |