Текст песни
I just told my old bitch I'm focused, baby. You remember? I told a lot of these niggas, "Fuck y'all." I just roll with extendos. I been fillin' up the bag with the blue Hundreds. Lookin' at the dash doin' two hundred. Fuck them old niggas, I'm new money. I told my ex bitch, "You done it." Told my last plug, "You stuntin'." I never really would've paid close attention to you Niggas if I never did lose somethin'. I come through the bands with finesse. Broke bricks down with the best. And I shout it out with the rest. Gotta protect your bird nest. Everybody just don't deserve this. I done seen a kingpin get nervous. When the money gotta turn to murders. Let the feds come play ya. Nothing can save ya, not even Sunday service. You ain't never did time. Never did crime. Never did shine, never popped no nine. I never did pay you niggas no mind. You ain't never seen nothin' like my kind. Keep lookin' at my ice, hope y'all go blind. Real nigga don't beat by line. Real nigga gon' always shine. Real niggas don't waste no time. Gotta make the trap jump. Trap jump, trap jump, Jump, trap jump. I pulled up in the projects with a car Payment and a double cup. To all my young niggas comin' up, run it Up, I said run it up. Bad bitches better get your check. Now you wonder why they fuck with Puck. I be turnin' up. How we do it, Smoke? Rollin' up. I keep tellin' myself that I won't drink no More. I can feel the pill kickin' in. Fucked around and got rich again. So I pop more bottles, throw more dollars. Get them bad bitches, gon' send 'em in. I don't wanna be around no broke niggas no More. Don't see no broke niggas. I don't wanna be around no broke bitches no More. Don't need no broke bitches. I don't wanna be around no broke niggas no More. Can't see you, broke nigga. I don't wanna be around no broke bitches no More. But the check can't buy you no respect. Ball on 'em and I do it with no Regrets. I done came from the bottom with the Shit. And I got what a lot of 'em Wanna get. I ain't never let the dollar make Me. Still ain't figured out why they hate me. Niggas actin' like ladies, shit been crazy. Shit get real when you got six babies. And you still wanna get the new Mercedes. Tryna get yours with the bulletproof doors. Big pimp house on the very top floor. A nigga can't take this shit no more. Oh, Lord. I done made the trap jump. Trap jump, jump, trap jump. Phantom so big, look like a Brinks truck when That bitch backin' up. I tell 'em, "Do the math, hoe, add it Up." You had your chance when I ain't have Enough. I know you heard that I done ran It up. But where was you when my hands Were cuffed? Where was you when I was in The gym? Who is these hoes in my DMs? Real nigga locked up, I'm highly free him. Broke niggas, I don't wanna see 'em. Broke bitches, I don't wanna touch you. I'm just tryna not waste your time. You just wanna get saved, don't you? You should be savin' every dime. Both us should be on the grind. Get money, bitch, get money, bitch. Bitch, both of us should be on the grind. Still in the trap, I ain't hard to find. You know I be turnin' How we do it, Smoke? Rollin' up. I keep tellin' myself that I won't drink no More. I can feel the pill kickin' in. Fucked around and got rich again. So I pop more bottles, throw more dollars. Get them bad bitches, gon' send 'em in. I don't wanna be around no broke niggas no More. Don't see no broke niggas. I don't wanna be around no broke bitches no More. Don't need no broke bitches. I don't wanna be around no broke niggas no More. Can't see you, broke nigga. I don't wanna be around no broke bitches no More. No more.
Young Buck — No More
«No More» — Young Buck. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:27. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
