Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Patience , by - CashMoneyAP. Release date: 02.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Patience |
| Yeah |
| I was anxious, I didn’t have patience |
| It’s not a loss when you lose fake ones |
| Cross me once and then I turn into a savage (Yeah) |
| Blowin' Wedding Cake, I still won’t think 'bout marriage (No) |
| Dead broke, I couldn’t watch my mama suffer (Nah) |
| Stood on that block until I got a triple-double |
| Drew Brees, I rock Saint Laurent, fill bodies with angel dust |
| Even if they was t-shirts, them niggas couldn’t hang with us |
| I’m pluggin' money counters, I don’t wanna be famous |
| My heart filled up with scars, lovin' me could be dangerous, oh |
| I chase the millions tryna see how far this rappin' get me |
| You ain’t my brother, you weren’t on that corner trappin' with me |
| Nigga, where the fuck was you when I ain’t have a penny? |
| On the show, muggin' off a pill and a half of Remy |
| I’m stuck on make a muscle mode, I never had Givenchy |
| Check the stats, shit, if you ask me, Lil' Polo grab the city |
| The opps so broke, I’m on my shit, won’t let them guys offend me |
| They tried to catch one, so we sparked until that .9 was empty |
| All my niggas be on bullshit, I keep a slider with me |
| It ain’t no shortage on them blicks 'cause, bitch, we ride with plenty |
| Smith & Wessons, Glocks, and XDs, we got all kind of semis |
| I just stay humble 'til I gotta show that savage in me |
| My car got extra horses, I fuck with Polo G (Yeah, yeah) |
| I already had on ice, police can’t tell me freeze (No) |
| I can buy everything, my niggas still ain’t free (Still ain’t free) |
| I never cried, but you can watch my eyes bleed (Watch my eyes bleed, yeah) |
| Every time I trusted niggas, they embarrassed me |
| Yeah, want a hardbody, ask that nigga Harrison |
| I just fucked a snow bunny 'cause my chain got carats |
| Made her pull up to the Hilton but her name wasn’t Paris |
| My Louis V shoes like fruit, I got different pairs |
| Police snatch me, 'fore I snitch, I’d rather get the chair |
| I’m with my soldiers in that field like I play for the Bears |
| Stay with some real ones, I know loyalty and trust is rare |
| Married to the streets, but nah, this ain’t no love affair |
| These drugs killin' me, feel like my organs startin' to tear |
| I know I’m legendary, this some shit you can’t compare |
| She seen these VVs, now she pullin' down her underwear |
| Yeah |
| I was anxious, I didn’t have patience |
| It’s not a loss when you lose fake ones |
| Cross me once and then I turn into a savage (Yeah) |
| Blowin' Wedding Cake, I still won’t think 'bout marriage (No) |
| Dead broke, I couldn’t watch my mama suffer (Nah) |
| Stood on that block until I got a triple-double |
| Drew Brees, I rock Saint Laurent, fill bodies with angel dust |
| Even if they was t-shirts, them niggas couldn’t hang with us |
| I’m pluggin' money counters, I don’t wanna be famous |
| My heart filled up with scars, lovin' me could be dangerous, oh |