Lyrics Ain't No Love - Curren$y, Black Cobain

Ain't No Love

We don’t need nobody else
There’s only hustlers on this jet
Ain’t no love outside the set
Ain’t no love outside the set
We don’t need nobody else
There’s only hustlers on this jet
Ain’t no love outside the set
Trust me, ain’t no love outside the set
Diamonds on my dial, how they like me now?
Untraceable style, let the curtains down
Umbrellas in my door, we not broke no more
Came up from the floor, still hunt for more
'Cause it feel great reaching the keys
Tell my family I bought 'em a new plate just to see the smiles on their face
I feel the same way when I count up that cake
A big slice out the pie, what the fuck am I gon' buy today?
We never died, forever we be here to stay
Corporation too fly, we high and we out the way
We don’t need nobody else
There’s only hustlers on this jet
Ain’t no love outside the set
My nigga, ain’t no love outside the set
We don’t need nobody else
There’s only hustlers on this jet
Ain’t no love outside the set
Trust me, ain’t no love outside the set
Yeah we making movies but nigga I don’t act
Them bitches see them bottles, they don’t know how to act
I’m sending pictures through the JPEG to help the homie pass his time
Might crack a smile today, it’s a gangsta holiday
Never switching, never looking for no hand outs
We stacking days, getting money, we ain’t chasing clout
We off the liquor when I hit up, pull the track out
Told Spitta that’s my nigga, let’s smoke a whole ounce
Uh, if you really got some hustle with you
You can make a couple millions
Snuck the glizzy in the building, yeah
Rep the jets all day
Made a cool grand, bet it on a parlay
What’d you say?
We don’t need nobody else
There’s only hustlers on this jet
Ain’t no love outside the set
My nigga, ain’t no love outside the set
We don’t need nobody else
There’s only hustlers on this jet
Ain’t no love outside the set
Trust me, ain’t no love outside the set
Told 'em «We don’t need nobody»
She got hustlin' in her body
Jet Life to the flyest, never need a co-pilot
Them jets be landing in private
From time to time I see 'em shining
Party with the big boys, big wheels, know how we riding
Hella cars, hella money, high fashion, get to stuntin'
Full of jewelry and luxury, that’s what the others be lusting
Said you real and got busted, the East side gon' run it
Fell in love with the comas, now I’m addicted to money
More than a hundred on the dash, still got more up in the stash
Plus I only talk paper, the prize come with some cash
lash
I be stunting on these bitches like I do it as a task now