Lyrics No Romance Without Finance - Chris Crack

No Romance Without Finance

She had my mind gone
Bootleg Louis bag
Listening to pine cones define strong
Ranch dressing call it rhinestone
The waitress called it minestrone
I can’t make this up, I hate the bus but I don’t wanna be at target
Excuse me pardon huh
I’m on the plane got some neck in the charger
Back in the days we was babies havin' babies
Life was crazy white man can’t save us
This ain’t no Aesop fable
What she bring to the table?
nothing
I can’t love you past that or I’m buggin'
It ain’t the money people never change
Opposite of skittles like a renegade
Show them how to demonstrate
To set the tone don’t hit the phone
They In bed with these politicians
Nan here their moans
Nobody pays attention or listens to your lyrics jones
Or hear your songs
I was just minding my bidness why’ll you cheered them on
Damn, what you gass em up I’m tryna help you out
You lose a couple fool niggas to gain a couple new niggas
Yeah its only right that I do it
And your bitch was still choosing I kept cruising
I’m a Mac in time, capture eyes
We don’t pack the nines with the wack designs
He bad as I and I’m gonna slap his guy
Was born on the trapper side
The pump blast the hole look like a tractor tire
Fake thugs was straight pretendin' he forgot his lines
And they was shooting across the street nigga get back inside
Ugh