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Lyrify.me

No Love by Buscemi Jay Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

Hook:
Yeaaa
No love on this side
Can't believe what i made in a years time
Catch you niggas on the flip side
I ain't worried boutta bitch till i get mine

Ima stay out the way
Slanging metal ima hard headed kid
Run thru plays like the knicks
Stacking cake ima say it again

Verse:
I like money conversations
Dont rock chains ion need interrogation
I could see all the hate how they say shit
Fuck out the way if u still on the last bitch

Fuck all the bullshit
Stuck to my game, i be focused on new shit
Money callin to the music
Ion wanna hear it , if it ain't too amusing
Bridge:
Always calling shots
Drip too hard
Can't hold me down
I might fuck ona thot
Hop in the whip
We gon light up the stars

Verse again:
Sorry to my momma in advance
Some risks ima take for the fans
I ain't got it yet
Ina few we gon dine on the jet

Run it up any time that I get
Thro some pointers on the top the baguettes
Ima make it look easy
So my brotha and sista stay cheesin

So my momma walk easy
And my father could stop looking busy
Ima feed em as one
Then step to go fuck up the club

On the grind cuz ik it dont stop
Fuck up a bag
Drop it on saks
How i say shit
Neva been the type to support all the hatred
Always in my birkin neva say shit
I already mentioned
Money conversations

Ima stack up my bag
Came for the riches i threw out the rag

Hook:
No love on this side
Can't believe what i made in a years time
Catch you niggas on the flip side
I ain't worried boutta bitch till i get mine

Ima stay out the way
Slanging metal ima hard headed kid
Run thru plays like the knicks
Stacking cake ima say it again

Verse 2:
Got my momma depending on me
Got my brother depending on me
Got my pops he depending on me
Diamond watch and that pendant on me
Ion look towards the hate
Couple people that lied to my face
Most you niggas that come for my name
Ain't even got plans for yall game

So a nigga want clout
Got the bag u can't check me now
Throw a lil sum for the pound
Online she gon shake it for the gram

Ima make these niggas need me
Just to flex ion need you to believe me
Rocketeer my fit ima demon
Dont support now nigga ion need it

Ima slide ina jag
Numbers callin im banging em fast
I be hittin the numbers like math
Only green that i see is the cash

Bridge:
Always calling shots
Drip too hard
Can't hold me down

I might fuck ona thot
Hop in the whip
We gon light up the stars

Back to verse:
Make her blow like a whistle
Stripes on my checks like a ref too official

Real slimey needa tissue
Came to solve shit nigga whats the issue
Take a flick of the drip
No hands you can't touch this

Fuck around and made a hit
Fuss up and the drum gon kick

Hook:
No love on this side
Can't believe what i made in a years time
Catch you niggas on the flip side
I ain't worried boutta bitch till i get mine

Ima stay out the way
Slanging metal ima hard headed kid
Run thru plays like the knicks
Stacking cake ima say it again