Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Love, artist - Moneybagg Yo. Album song Heartless, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Be Great, Nless Entertainment
Song language: English
No Love |
In a drop no ceilings |
Yea don’t what you heard I’m straight in appearance |
So quit all that joking lil nigga (stop all that shit lil nigga) |
This ain’t no Friday come in like Worm |
Pull up and smoke me a nigga (pull up and smoke me a nigga) |
I went and got me some money that’s mandatory (mandatory) |
I grabbed the 40 it wasn’t handed to me (nah) |
Just counted 200 I feel important (wooh) |
I don’t start shit I finish stories (I do that) |
I got all these niggas hatin (all of em) |
Bitches that dissed me trynna date me (wooh) |
I heard my nigga wanna ace me (why?) |
Just cause his bitch trynna face me (uh uh uh) |
Damn, feds trynna case me |
Tied me to murders trynna lace me |
Purge got me paranoid, pacin (welcome back perkys) |
I hit the cup just to chase it |
I got em feeling some type of way (why?) |
They get on Twitter and type away |
They just get bodied on getaway |
41 I got the bigger face (the bigger roley) |
Already knew they was finna hate |
But guess how much money I’m bouta make (how much?) |
Guess how much money I just spent (how much nigga?) |
Add it up grab a pen (ok let’s get it) |
See my charm like 40 (wooh) |
Then my wrist like 50 (big money) |
Double rings got me nifty (nice) |
In the middle of Memphis at the Hilton (right now) |
Same bitch said I’m ugly (what?) |
Now she MCM crushin (man crush Monday) |
I just broke a head I was rushin (that don’t matter there) |
Crushin bars in the slushy |
You just a nigga I used to fuck with |
Ion fuck with you nomore |
These niggas thought I was gone until I hopped out the Mazi like I’m Bobo |
I’ll never tell the popo. |
Pull up on em solo yelling out yolo |
Austin P I got the mojo |
Ice Tea swag bitch look like CoCoa |
Hundred thousand in cash on me |
I’m in the Yo with the bag on me |
I’m in the Yo with the mag on me |
You niggas done turned into fags on me |
I feel its necessary that I kill em |
I’m rockin zippers like I played in Thriller |
Plus I got codeine on my liver |
Plus I got OG in my system |
I got red bottoms I got real Gucci rockin Faragamo in December |
I’ll still buss a move in a rental |
Pull up in crack his head down the middle |
My downfall what they wishin |
I know they don’t like a nigga |
So when I make it to the red carpet I’m a be on that bitch with my hittas |
She say she love me cause I’m genuine |
Well where were you when I was feeling it |
Well where were you when I was dealing it |
Didn’t have a ride I was stealing it |
These niggas easy like Sunday morning |
I get my dick sucked before performances |
I got the hickups that’s why I’m jumpin |
I see the future I’m just being honest |
Had money before CMG (ask Randolph ask em) |
I’m cold enough cut the fan off |
You got yo niggas and I got my niggas. |
Let’s meet up and have a standoff |
Fuck all that love. |
It ain’t nomo love |
Ran off on the plug. |
Now I got the jug |
So many blue hundreds they think that I’m Cause |
I’m countin that shit up |
You better not budge |
No love bitch. |
That’s just how I’m feeling real talk. |
Aye don’t even try to, |
you know what I’m sayin, come around you know what I’m sayin like you really |
fuck with me you know what I’m sayin. |
That shit fake. |
And you know that |