Mah feat. MarcoMoney - No Credit / Rich Paul paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson No Credit / Rich Paul - MarcoMoney , Mah



Ayo Mah, get to the bag
I've been dropping tape after tape, but I don't get no credit
A lot of niggas hate, I can't relate, I just think they jealous
I fell in love with green, but not no lettuce
I might disappear for 90 days and stack paper, like I don't want no debit
When it come to money, that's my fetish
Niggas talk behind your back, but in your face, they act like they never said it
Bitch saw my chain, now she thinkin' I'm from Texas
She ain't get the message, she ain't talkin' blue, so I just read it
I know more money, more problems
In my city, it be drama, so I buy some mo' yoppas
I been tryna numb the pain with the zaza
Before they try to take me out the game, I'ma aim and go fa-fa
Nigga, I be walkin' with the flame like I'm Waka
That nigga in my DM about his main, I'm like ha-ha
Choppa make him dance, do the cha-cha
Shells make him fall like taco when I blast, no Baja
I don't give a fuck about no friends, no partners
I'm just tryna add some mo' zeros, mo' commas
Ask me what I fear, I say nada
I ain't fuckin' with no beer, I'm just truly Wockhardt or the Casa
Ayo Mah, get to the bag
I just came purple on purple like Barney
Choppa got legs, we got lead like the army
Twin Glocks, I be toting on Marcus and a Markieff
Pint of Wok, I put it in the freezer, it did not freeze
If it's smoke, put it on the floor, call it ground beef
I feel like a hippie with the pole, I done found peace
They love you when you up and when you on, but when you down deep
Everybody gone, you all alone, I turn my feelings off
Up all night, doin' right, got me feelin' wrong
Higher than a kite on my flight, but I'm feelin' low
Uh-huh, yeah, she my type, but I can't hit her raw
I don't even gotta talk, you be trickin', you can't hit at all
Yeah, come on, I'ma call CPS, I'm gettin' all these hard-ass beats from Mah
I don't fuck with 12, but when I ball, I feel like Ja
I'll probably go to hell, but everyday I wake, I pray to God
Uh, I don't care about them niggas hatin', that's their job
I'm done bein' patient, ain't no waitin', it's my time
I'm in L.A., but I put on for the six, like LeBron
I be smokin' out the Beau, I'm a champ, MarJon
Four to five on me like it's 20 bucks
Uh, I just walked in with some dunks, so I ain't layin' up
I ain't never gave no fucks
When I'm Rich like Paul, don't try to call
Cause when I needed it, you ain't come in clutch



Writer(s): Damarco Williams


Mah feat. MarcoMoney - I'll Be Straight
Album I'll Be Straight
date de sortie
07-07-2023




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