Текст песни No Love - Money Bagg Yo

Aye real talk like don't even try to come around me
And sh- like you f- with me, you know what I'm saying
That sh- really fake love you know what I'm saying
I'm not f- with it
Shake my hand lookin' off and sh- n- look me in my eyes
You know what I'm talking 'bout
The gangsta way n- only

I'm from the streets so I'm cautious (cautious)
Some of my old nig- crossed me (wooh)
Im like d- you done lost me (damn hol up)
30 round make em back up off me

They say love ain't love sh- (nah)
Really starting to hate love (hate it)
F- with me for beneficial reasons (whats that?)
That's that sh- you call fake love

Lil b- lucky (bitch)
Now my ex b- wanna f- me (b-)
Now my side b- trynna buck me (hol' up)
H- tried to bash me like I'm nothing

I got rappers trynna diss me
Family members in they feelings
I might come through like Im Weezy (what? Skr skr skr skr)
In a drop no ceilings

Yea don't what you heard Im straight in appearance
So quit all that joking lil n- (stop all that)
This ain't no friday come in like Worm
Pull up and smoke with me (pull up and smoke with me)
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 sh- I finish stories (I do that)

I got all these n- hatin' (all of em)
B- that dissed me trynna date me (wooh)
I heard my n- wanna ace me (why?)
Just cause his b- trynna face me (uh uh uh)
D-, feds trynna case me
Tied me to murders trynna lace me
Percs got me paranoid, pacing (walkin back and forth)
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 Im 'bouta make (how much?)
Guess how much money I just spent (how much nigga?)
Add it up grab a pen (ok lets 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 b- said im 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 (I'm a junky)

You just a n- I used to f- with, ion f- with you no more
These n- thought I was gone until I hopped out the Mazi like Im 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 n- 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 n-
So when I make it to the red carpet I'ma be on that b- 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 n- easy like sunday morning
I get my d- s- before performing
I got the hiccups that's why I'm jumpin'
I see the future im just being honest

Had money before CMG (ask Randolph ask em)
I'm cold enough cut the fan off
You got yo n- and I got my n-, lets meet up and have a standoff
F- all that love, it ain't no more love
Ran off on the plug, now I got the jug
So many blue hundreds they think that im cuz
I'm countin' that sh- up, you better not budge

No love b-, that's just how I'm feeling real time
Aye don't even try to, you know what I'm sayin'
Come around you know what I'm sayin'
Like you really f- with me you know what Im sayin'
That sh- fake, and you know that