Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Stones, artist - Kid Ink. Date of issue: 05.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Stones |
| You say, «It's gettin' late», but we see time different |
| I ain’t puttin' no stones in my Patek |
| Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh) |
| Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex) |
| We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning |
| Yeah, that’s a flex (That's a flex) |
| Papi got them flockin' out the nest (Brr, oh) |
| You can tell the vibe from how I dress (How I dress) |
| Most these niggas copies in the flesh (God damn, ayy) |
| Hundred shots like Dolph |
| Quarter pound on deck |
| Break bread wit' my dawg |
| Told the nigga, «You next» (You next) |
| I flooded the Rollie (Rollie), but not the Patek |
| Heard you been running your mouth |
| Watch how I run up a check (Check) |
| Took my baby shoppin', I might do a lil' too |
| Gave her a stack of hundreds and said, «Do what you do» |
| We started from the bottom, now she grew, grew, grew |
| Finally caught my groove, forever this the move |
| Everybody showin' out in my section (Hey) |
| All these bitches tryna get our attention (Yeah) |
| One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait) |
| You say, «It's gettin' late», but we see time different |
| I ain’t puttin' no stones in my Patek |
| Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh) |
| Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex) |
| We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning |
| Yeah |
| I need hunnids on top of hunnids, ahh, yeah |
| I can tell they really don’t love me, ahh, yeah |
| I done ran my bag up, now she love it, ahh, yeah |
| These niggas mad, ain’t gettin' no money, ahh, yeah (Sad) |
| They lookin' sad while I laugh to the bank |
| You see a bad one but I make her faint |
| I got some rain like we came in the tank (For real) |
| I stayed down up in this game |
| I done seen real niggas go insane |
| I can tell they don’t feel my pain |
| I get the cash in a whole 'nother lane |
| I got the money and said, «Fuck the fame» |
| Might cop the foreign and blow out the brain |
| Lil' shawty want me to make her my main |
| Baby so different, I’m feelin' insane |
| I might just plain Jane that Patek |
| When I touch, she gon' get wet |
| When I leave, she get upset |
| When I get back, she know what’s next |
| Ain’t no flex |
| Everybody showin' out in my section (Hey) |
| All these bitches tryna get our attention (They do) |
| One more shot, I know I should not mix this (Wait) |
| You say, «It's gettin' late», but we see time different |
| I ain’t puttin' no stones in my Patek (In my Patek) |
| Tryna show you different kinda flex (Uh) |
| Damn, I think I need lil' shawty sex (Sex, sex) |
| We gon' keep it goin', night 'til the morning (Uh) |