Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Sunshine , by - French Montana. Song from the album Mac and Cheese, Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.08.2017
Record label: Platinum Town
Song language: English
No Sunshine |
| Man, I remember growing up |
| Well, you know, living my last 5 dollars |
| I see nobody there |
| Now I hope you fuck niggas get better |
| Stop my team no never |
| We gon' be here |
| Countin' all this cash, my niggas all in here |
| You ain’t gotta ask |
| We been ballin' all year, oohhh |
| Cause ain’t no sunshine when your cheese gone |
| When your cheese gone, ooohh |
| Money be the root of evil |
| Hanging on the block with dirty eagle |
| Around fiends with dirty needles |
| The lawyers fee so they never keep you |
| A broken dreams what them niggas feed you |
| Watch the game from the tour, thats 4 seats |
| Act like they never knew you but they all speak |
| Rain wrist, watch and chain thats a 4 piece |
| Seen murders so bad they needed 4 sheets |
| Satisfaction when I made his head spin |
| A 57 spun and made him do the backspin |
| My pipe smoke more than the crackheads |
| Biv him up to God he then high as permanent |
| Ain’t no sunshine when the money gone |
| Me and my wrist shinin', about 20 homes |
| Had 40 homies, about 20 gone |
| Niggas buying cars taking out 20 loans |
| Hung around some millionaires and made a couple large |
| Figured Id stay around longer and make a couple Ms |
| Drunk, hissy niggas hold me while I stumble off |
| Niggas hating so hard, I need 20 tips |
| Yeah, bird niggas just food for my desert eagle |
| Eat till it’s all gone, there’s no running to the people |
| Nightmares, cold sweats, I’m trippin' |
| My worst fear is being broke like you, its forbidden |
| Its forbidden I be in cold sittin' |
| Pole spendin' with the hustle, made a pole lift |
| A reason why your ho missin' |
| In the crib with no clothes cuz the niggas crib for poes listed |
| 40 long nose, Scott Pippen |
| Start fishin' Water blue seats |
| Top missing |
| Count money, breaking down |
| Work the same motion |
| Shark in the tank, small fish in the ocean |
| Collect calls from the pens, talkin' through receivers |
| Now a nigga done blew up like hiroshima |
| Wide body, blowin' Cali, rollin' through Medina |
| 'bout 100 racks soaking in the jewellery cleaner |
| Try your hardest not to snitch |
| But you been subpoenaed |
| 3 quarter chinchilla for the winter season |
| Collect calls from the pens, talking through the glass |
| Cos I ran up in your crib, talking through a mask |
| Ferrari dirt bikes on the turn pipe |
| Dirty New York niggas, get that dough like |
| The fuck else is there to do? |
| Fuck a dumb bitch, I’m gettin dumb rich |
| Making power moves |
| Keep my piss clean, so I never get kept |
| With parole, piss means to much to miss |
| Out here in the fast |
| You must be shittin' me |
| I’m way to champagne |
| I hope you fuck niggas get better |
| Stop my team no never |
| You niggas gon' be here |
| Countin' all this cash, my niggas all in here |
| You ain’t gotta ask |
| Niggas been ballin' all year |
| Ain’t no sunshine when your cheese gone |
| When your cheese gone, ooohh |
| Uh-oh |
| Ay, you know who you real niggas is |
| When you’re down to your last 5 dollars and you get that |
| 4 dollar nickel bag and a dutch |
| It’s some nasty shit |
| On the flip side of the coin |
| You know what what a real nigga is |
| When he get some real money |
| And that’s how you show me how you really flip |
| Ya know what I mean? |
| Back at the end of the day |
| Lot of these niggas wasn’t ballin before they started rappin |
| And a lot of niggas started rappin after they was ballin |
| Coke boys baby |
| From the back blocks for real |