No Strings Attached lyrics

by

Burna Bandz


pus*y don't run got the beam on his back
I need that money with no strings attached
Got a n*gga sitting in the trap cutting crack
Your man like to talk tough so he got whacked
I could make a hundred band play off the zap
He be steady talking bout sh*t he never had
She call me daddy I ain't even her dad
We living lav but we came from the trap
She give me head I kick back and relax
Good aim hit his ass with a head tap
These n*ggas they cap they ain't speaking the facts
Diamonds they box might hit them with the jab
Ride for the gang like an uber or a cab
Situation came I ain't never ever crack
Young n*gga live the sweet life like Zack
Young n*gga what he gonna do with that pack
Saucin do a hit in Alexander mcqueen
Shoot a b*tch to what the f*ck do you mean
Boy I'm on percys while I'm sippin' on lean
f*ck her so good yea I made a b*tch cream
Put a boy to sleep make him see his dreams
Told em f*ck n*ggas not sleep on me
My dog got my back like a motherf*ckin fleet
Thirty-eight special a thirty-eight glizz
Leave the scene hot like a fresh cup of tea
n*ggas snitching now my dog gotta take the plea
New brick looking like a fresh white tee
Tell em free twin tell em free FB
She wanna f*ck make the b*tch say please
Got a few racks these balmaine jeans
Like 2k every time shoot it's green
Can't n*gga name a n*gga don't go hard on my team
VVS diamonds on my neck it gleam
Reach and you get put in a russian cream
She got a nice body but her head game mean
She bad might put her in Louis Supreme
Might block the b*tch like my name kareem
Lil bro hot head head full of steam
Swear to God the cheque the only thing I need
Gotta pay for my time 'cause you know it ain't free
pus*y don't run got the beam on his back
I need that money with no strings attached
Got a n*gga sitting in the trap cutting crack
Your man like to talk tough so he got whacked
I could make a hundred band play off the zap
He be steady talking bout sh*t he never had
She call me daddy I ain't even her dad
We living lav but we came from the trap
She give me head I kick back and relax
Good aim hit his ass with a head tap
These n*ggas they cap they ain't speaking the facts
Diamonds they box might hit them with the jab
Ride for the gang like an uber or a cab
Situation came I ain't never ever crack
Young n*gga live the sweet life like Zack
Young n*gga what he gonna do with that pack
Young n*gga what he gonna do with that pack
I used to put overtime in that trap
I'm in the north all my young n*ggas strapped
Circle your block and we comin' right back
Pull-up and watch him gone' run a couple meters
Pour up She owin I sip by the litre
Lil mama bad I guess she a diva
Love is so evol spell that sh*t backwards
I got a dead guy up in my backwoods
I'm movin' forwards they moving' backwards
We in the moment they think about after
These n*ggas so phoney guess they some cappers
I'm in the woods like I'm a camper
We get the passport send out a rapper
Cash out the trap I bust up his napper
Married the game I put a ring her
She gave me bring but she won't think up
Bro he got aim but he won't think up
Watered my chain but you can't drink up
Won't say a name I never sing bud Remixed and I resold it
Dis ain't God gotta cheat code it
pus*y don't run got the beam on his back
I need that money with no strings attached
Got a n*gga sitting in the trap cutting crack
Your man like to talk tough so he got whacked
I could make a hundred band play off the zap
He be steady talking bout sh*t he never had
She call me daddy I ain't even her dad
We living lav but we came from the trap
She give me head I kick back and relax
Good aim hit his ass with a head tap
These n*ggas they cap they ain't speaking the facts
Diamonds they box might hit them with the jab
Ride for the gang like an uber or a cab
Situation came I ain't never ever crack
Young n*gga live the sweet life like Zack
Young n*gga what he gonna do with that pack
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