Nohook by MYCHEEKSARERED Lyrics
I buy designer at Simons they diss me
They buy designer from China, that's risky (Huh)
(Yeah) got them racks in my pants
I walk in the function, they all tryna frisk me (Huh)
(Yeah) No know they not fuckin' with me
We hit the store and I spend a light 50
Lately these rappers today don't impress me
Rap about shootin' look like they on Disney
T-t-talk about losin'
Yo' bank account empty
Talk about winnin'
I just made a thou' in a week (Huh)
They ain't allow me to eat 'till
I bossed up on 'em, get the cow, then I'll leave
They can't run up on me
Got one eye in the streets (Huh)
Bet that she lyin' to me
I might cuff her, I spend so much time in the sheets
Now he stressin' 'cause she ain't replied in a week (Huh)
She gotta go, she been tweakin' 'bout beefin'
No speakin'
I leave then it's close
Feel like lately this beef shit is old
I go hard in the paint
You can tell all this green that I blow
On good weed and them designer clothes
I need meetings for millions, not tweakers repeat hit my phone
Told lil bro "ain't no secret no more"
She a freak, call her Tina
I'm reachin' and greetin' yo' ho
Only sleazin' and cheeks for the bros (Huh, yeah)
I can't wine and dine wit' her
I know they pussy like I let them try and pull up
They won't do shit, they could get all kinds of fucked up
Tell a pussy run up, he get tried with his luck
While your girl on me, I know she tryna get fucked
I can't mess with your shorty, no stressin'
I just get the next more impressive lil' dime at the club (Huh)
I get that check, and I flip it
I cannot relax with that bag
Why would I wanna relax
When I could quadruple my cash
Now they see me livin', it's facts (Huh)
Smoke good gas, that's diesel
Bring a bitch back, like after we fuck
Changed a contact name to "Dr. Evil"
I'on care if she wanna gossip neither
Yeah
These Dolce & Gabanna it's straps on my sneakers
It's straps in my pants but my pants is Balenci'
They can't stop it, i'm poppin'
You not fuckin' wit' me
If the bop don't give top, she get tossed like a frisbee
She gon' slop it, no stop, blow the top
She can't kiss me
Only knots in to my pocket them hundreds and fifties
Don't want gossip 'bout prophets, just hundies and titties
All I talk 'bout is profit, that's all that I'm getting (Huh)
I ran it up, got some commas
Now they claimin' me like they claimin' belongings
I pick up that check watch me flip
Reinvest in my pocket
They tryna talk in my comments
Only thing present that's up on my mind is that profit
He get too close to my kicks, I might stop him
He ain't gon' post up
He bitch, let's be honest
Versace my frames
And the messenger bag, that's Prada (Huh)
I cannot hang with these goofies
My schedule busy
Please take you a number
I call on yo' ass when I'm ready
And if my ass don't, that's a bummer
I'm tryna blow for the summer
10k cash on the neck
What the fuck is a budget?
He doin' what's within his comforts
I put in all that I got, 'cause I know that I sure don't get younger
They buy designer from China, that's risky (Huh)
(Yeah) got them racks in my pants
I walk in the function, they all tryna frisk me (Huh)
(Yeah) No know they not fuckin' with me
We hit the store and I spend a light 50
Lately these rappers today don't impress me
Rap about shootin' look like they on Disney
T-t-talk about losin'
Yo' bank account empty
Talk about winnin'
I just made a thou' in a week (Huh)
They ain't allow me to eat 'till
I bossed up on 'em, get the cow, then I'll leave
They can't run up on me
Got one eye in the streets (Huh)
Bet that she lyin' to me
I might cuff her, I spend so much time in the sheets
Now he stressin' 'cause she ain't replied in a week (Huh)
She gotta go, she been tweakin' 'bout beefin'
No speakin'
I leave then it's close
Feel like lately this beef shit is old
I go hard in the paint
You can tell all this green that I blow
On good weed and them designer clothes
I need meetings for millions, not tweakers repeat hit my phone
Told lil bro "ain't no secret no more"
She a freak, call her Tina
I'm reachin' and greetin' yo' ho
Only sleazin' and cheeks for the bros (Huh, yeah)
I can't wine and dine wit' her
I know they pussy like I let them try and pull up
They won't do shit, they could get all kinds of fucked up
Tell a pussy run up, he get tried with his luck
While your girl on me, I know she tryna get fucked
I can't mess with your shorty, no stressin'
I just get the next more impressive lil' dime at the club (Huh)
I get that check, and I flip it
I cannot relax with that bag
Why would I wanna relax
When I could quadruple my cash
Now they see me livin', it's facts (Huh)
Smoke good gas, that's diesel
Bring a bitch back, like after we fuck
Changed a contact name to "Dr. Evil"
I'on care if she wanna gossip neither
Yeah
These Dolce & Gabanna it's straps on my sneakers
It's straps in my pants but my pants is Balenci'
They can't stop it, i'm poppin'
You not fuckin' wit' me
If the bop don't give top, she get tossed like a frisbee
She gon' slop it, no stop, blow the top
She can't kiss me
Only knots in to my pocket them hundreds and fifties
Don't want gossip 'bout prophets, just hundies and titties
All I talk 'bout is profit, that's all that I'm getting (Huh)
I ran it up, got some commas
Now they claimin' me like they claimin' belongings
I pick up that check watch me flip
Reinvest in my pocket
They tryna talk in my comments
Only thing present that's up on my mind is that profit
He get too close to my kicks, I might stop him
He ain't gon' post up
He bitch, let's be honest
Versace my frames
And the messenger bag, that's Prada (Huh)
I cannot hang with these goofies
My schedule busy
Please take you a number
I call on yo' ass when I'm ready
And if my ass don't, that's a bummer
I'm tryna blow for the summer
10k cash on the neck
What the fuck is a budget?
He doin' what's within his comforts
I put in all that I got, 'cause I know that I sure don't get younger