paroles de chanson No Label - YKK

One thing that did happen during the 60s was
Some music of an unusual
Or experimental nature did get recorded and did get released
Now look at who the executives were in those companies at those times
These were cigar chomping old guys
Who looked at the product that came and said
I don't know
Who knows what it is, record it, stick it out
If it sells, alright

Uh, swerving in a fuckin bmw
While dodging all the cops and running up my chips
Say she wanna talk to me I'm curving that bitch
Cause it's a grand illusion I don't fuck with Styx
Uh, got so many diamonds on me
That I just caught hypothermia from my wrist
People steady talking but I do not give a fuck
At the end of the day my wallet got 3 chins bitch
I don't need no label
Nobody telling me what to do
I do whatever I want and whenever I want
So don't talk to me if we not cool
Mixing the signals and smirk in my face
Waiting on any opportunity to just screw
Me over I'll stay independent and tell
The executive bitches I do not need you

I don't give a damn anymore if they fuck with me
Bitch I'm so rich buying full diamond cutlery
Got so many chains it's restricting my blood flow
My arm turning purple like a fuckin' nidoking
Aye, extra zeros in my wallet
Stop talking shit if you ain't drowning in cash
Gold on my watch it shine bright like a star bitch
Stop calling this line like Neutron gotta blast
Moving my way up the chain
Did this shit by myself
I am making my own ass rich
Stay on the grind
Put in effort and time
Standing out from the bitches that phone that shit
Posting them pictures on social media
Fake flexing they tryna impress or just fit
Tired of the posers I bust off my ass
While they stay acting like a whole grown ass kid

Uh, swerving in a fuckin bmw
While dodging all the cops and running up my chips
Say she wanna talk to me I'm curving that bitch
Cause it's a grand illusion I don't fuck with Styx
Uh, got so many diamonds on me
That I just caught hypothermia from my wrist
People steady talking but I do not give a fuck
At the end of the day my wallet got three chins bitch
I don't need no label
Nobody telling me what to do
I do whatever I want and whenever I want
So don't talk to me if we not cool
Mixing the signals and smirk in my face
Waiting on any opportunity to just screw
Me over I'll stay independent and tell
The executive bitches I do not need you