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No Way
by Jack Hearse
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I know she don't really love me, she want Chanel on her bag
She stick with me 'cause I'm running through the racks
Designer on my pants you know I spent a bag on 'em
Too much money in my pockets, I'ma sag on 'em
Run up a check
Blue bills on me, I like to flex
I'm with your shorty, she giving neck
Water on me, bitch it's wet
Okay
I'm a young money maker, going broke
No way
And I don't care 'bout what y'all bitches gotta say
Posted outside, in a jeep, and it's black
Yeah, hanging with your main, no you can't get her back
Pussies beefing, we don't care 'bout none of that
Paper cuts on my fingers, how I'm thumbing through the stacks
I don't care about stocks, but my bank going big, big, big
If he talking, pull up on him, we got sticks, sticks, sticks
And that coupe automatic, I don't want no stick shift
How these bitches say they different, they all on the same shit
They all on the same shit
They all on the same shit
They all on the same shit
Automatic, I don't want no stick shift
I know she don't really love me, she want Chanel on her bag
She stick with me 'cause I'm running through the racks
Designer on my pants you know I spent a bag on 'em
Too much money in my pockets, I'ma sag on 'em
Run up a check
Blue bills on me, I like to flex
I'm with your shorty, she giving neck
Water on me, bitch it's wet
Okay
I'm a young money maker, going broke
No way
And I don't care 'bout what y'all bitches gotta say
I know she don't really love me, she want Chanel on her bag
She stick with me 'cause I'm running through the racks
Designer on my pants you know I spent a bag on 'em
Too much money in my pockets, I'ma sag on 'em
Run up a check
Blue bills on me, I like to flex
I'm with your shorty, she giving neck
Water on me, bitch it's wet
Okay
I'm a young money maker, going broke
No way
And I don't care 'bout what y'all bitches gotta say
Posted outside, in a jeep, and it's black
Yeah, hanging with your main, no you can't get her back
Pussies beefing, we don't care 'bout none of that
Paper cuts on my fingers, how I'm thumbing through the stacks
I don't care about stocks, but my bank going big, big, big
If he talking, pull up on him, we got sticks, sticks, sticks
And that coupe automatic, I don't want no stick shift
How these bitches say they different, they all on the same shit
They all on the same shit
They all on the same shit
They all on the same shit
Automatic, I don't want no stick shift
I know she don't really love me, she want Chanel on her bag
She stick with me 'cause I'm running through the racks
Designer on my pants you know I spent a bag on 'em
Too much money in my pockets, I'ma sag on 'em
Run up a check
Blue bills on me, I like to flex
I'm with your shorty, she giving neck
Water on me, bitch it's wet
Okay
I'm a young money maker, going broke
No way
And I don't care 'bout what y'all bitches gotta say
