No Attachments lyrics

[Intro]
808 Mafia
Ayy, yo
Look, yo, look, yo
Flex god on the beat, tell by the base

[Verse]
Yo Spin the block, we ready
I'm lookin' sharp, machete
Walking with bands, they heavy
Joey be countin' the 'fetti
"Joey, with b*tches that's bad"
I never check any tags
Look at they faces mad
I walk out the bank and I laugh
Been gettin' this bread since a juvenile
Probably why I be flowin' unusual
All my teachers said that I was a stupid child
Now I hop out a tub with a Gucci towel
b*tch, I made more than a doctor
I eat filet with the pasta
pus*y n*gga want drama
Send .22 up at your mama
I'm steady shootin' out the llama
I never lose, I'm countin' commas
Your girl is strippin' her pajamas
I beat the pus*y, like a boxer
[FIGHT]
Never provoke a b*tch, uh
She finna throat the di*k, uh
Shawty was so convinced, uh
That I fell in love and sh*t , look
Coca-Cola doing back-flips
VVS' on me dancin'
One night, No attachments
I kick her out 'cause I'm a savage
I put my watch in the fridge
I keep a K with a clip
I never play with a b*tch
Want me to sign on her tits
It's 'cause a young n*gga rich, huh?
It's 'cause they know I'm the sh*t, huh?
It's 'cause she liking my style
I might just buy her Channel, huh?
Look, a n*gga said they "know a n*gga"
But they never knew me, why you gotta lie to kick it?
Sippin' on the, never mind what's in a n*gga cup
Just know this isn't cider n*gga
I just spent a bag on Robin jeans
I'm in the Gucci store, my zippers clinkin', n*gga
Diamonds on me, water V V V V'S , S is in the sink, my n*gga
My life should be MTV, but them n*ggas hatin' on me
Bet these police envy me when they want to pull me over
Look
[Outro]
I just pull up in the Benz
I wanna f*ck on her friends
I'm finna f*ck on yo
Look
Your b*tch is all on my di*k
Told me to put in the tip
You know I gave that b*tch half, huh
Full thing would kill a lil b*tch, look