Lyrics COULTURE - Coults

No...
No...
No...
Go...
Go...
Go...
Y'ain't my hoe
I ain't your bro
I'm feeling slow
Losing control, ho
When you alone
You let me know
You pour your heart
Hmm, I'll pour the four (Woo-woo)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah, you talking, you talking too much, uh
Now look at my pockets, they buss
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (Uhhhh...)
I'm calling my friends, I'm calling my foes
I tell 'em to stay in their lane
Can't handle the heat
I tell 'em to stay out the kitchen and stand in the rain
We went from the Range to the Porsche
But fuck it man now it's a Bentley Mulsanne
It ain't much on my mind
All I think about money, the sex, the drugs and the fame
(Drugs and the fame, drugs and the fame) Yeah...
It ain't much on my mind
All I think about money, the sex, I been going insane
Whip around in a Rari, I'm bussin' the engine
The stallion ain't easy to tame
Huh, welcome to London, my brudda walk round with a bat
And I walk with a blade
Whoa...
Whoa...
Whoa...
Go...
Go...
Go...
Hmm, let the car go zoom, mm
Heading straight to the moon, mm
Why you go so soon, so soon?
Why you go so soon, so soon?
Hmm, let the car go zoom, mm
Heading straight to the moon, mm
Why you go so soon, so soon?
Why you go so soon, so soon?
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah, we love getting high, the Cali weed strong
I can smell it through the bubble wrap
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah (yeah)
Yeah, my brudda might pick up the phone
But Coults is the one that be making the orders now
I'm calling my friends, I'm calling my foes
I tell 'em to stay in their lane
Can't handle the heat
I tell 'em to stay out the kitchen and stand in the rain
We went from the Range to the Porsche
But fuck it man now it's a Bentley Mulsanne
It ain't much on my mind
All I think about money, the sex, the drugs and the fame
Huh...
Huh...
Huh... (Going insane)
Huh, huh, huh
Hm, hmm...