No Love by Raja Lyrics
Don’t need love, don’t need ya x2
Gotta get that paper, don’t need love
Gotta get that money, don’t need ya
Boy Ill do anything, to make a fucking dollar
With a mind like that, hell yeah i got some problems
Trying to come down chimney with a couple billion
I ain't fucking tripping, but fuck a 100 million
Trying to stay out this black hole, can't let it suck you in
A nigga ain't trying to fold, I’m cashing out...you with it?
Changed up my hustle, so these suckas can't keep up with me
Coming out the jungle with a chincihilla, call me puffy
Call this here...south pole, the shit here is ugly
Artic freezing, the bloodfall like a hail storm
Zone 6 bound, cause gucci said its the north pole
Trying to be paid, dont mind getting laid
Its pow pow to the dome, Im racing toward the throne
Your bitch giving me dome, if I skeet in her I’m wrong. X2
I’m like pac, I’m like big
But you pull up, you going be dead
Empty that clip in your head, scur Scur X2
Don’t need love, don’t need ya x2
Gotta get that paper, don’t need love
Gotta get that money, don’t need ya
I’m like pac, I’m like big
But you pull up, you going be dead
Empty that clip in your head, scur Scur X2
She ratchet and she going, I fucked around an pulled my groin
In and out her mouth, I got this bitch doing throatnastics
She nast, ratchet hoes get nasty, after I skeet she saying we dont need no napkin
She fucking around with me, she know Im going skeet off in her deep
Wrap her whole leg around me
Preggo baby, that you and me?
I ain’t trying to wait and see
Ain’t no crumb snatchers touchin these seat
Oh thats a problem, we got a plan B
Now you quiet, baby you released
I’m like pac, I’m like big
But you pull up, you going be dead
Empty that clip in your head, scur Scur X2
Don’t need love, don’t need ya x2
Gotta get that paper, don’t need love
Gotta get that money, don’t need ya
Gotta get that paper, don’t need love
Gotta get that money, don’t need ya
Boy Ill do anything, to make a fucking dollar
With a mind like that, hell yeah i got some problems
Trying to come down chimney with a couple billion
I ain't fucking tripping, but fuck a 100 million
Trying to stay out this black hole, can't let it suck you in
A nigga ain't trying to fold, I’m cashing out...you with it?
Changed up my hustle, so these suckas can't keep up with me
Coming out the jungle with a chincihilla, call me puffy
Call this here...south pole, the shit here is ugly
Artic freezing, the bloodfall like a hail storm
Zone 6 bound, cause gucci said its the north pole
Trying to be paid, dont mind getting laid
Its pow pow to the dome, Im racing toward the throne
Your bitch giving me dome, if I skeet in her I’m wrong. X2
I’m like pac, I’m like big
But you pull up, you going be dead
Empty that clip in your head, scur Scur X2
Don’t need love, don’t need ya x2
Gotta get that paper, don’t need love
Gotta get that money, don’t need ya
I’m like pac, I’m like big
But you pull up, you going be dead
Empty that clip in your head, scur Scur X2
She ratchet and she going, I fucked around an pulled my groin
In and out her mouth, I got this bitch doing throatnastics
She nast, ratchet hoes get nasty, after I skeet she saying we dont need no napkin
She fucking around with me, she know Im going skeet off in her deep
Wrap her whole leg around me
Preggo baby, that you and me?
I ain’t trying to wait and see
Ain’t no crumb snatchers touchin these seat
Oh thats a problem, we got a plan B
Now you quiet, baby you released
I’m like pac, I’m like big
But you pull up, you going be dead
Empty that clip in your head, scur Scur X2
Don’t need love, don’t need ya x2
Gotta get that paper, don’t need love
Gotta get that money, don’t need ya