Hell No lyrics

[Producertag]
Eh Chicharito

[Hook]
I'm gettin' money like I'm s'posed to
Stack bread and I f*ck a lotta hoes too, yeah
I ain't f*ck with you lame ass
Goofy ass, broke ass bums, hell no! (hell no)
Ay and my neck on cold
And my wrist on froze and my money don't fold (don't fold)
Meine b*tch is bad
And I get that bag, then I flipped my bread, my bread
Ay yeah I popped my sh*t
Meine pockets di*k, go and suck my di*k, yeah (my di*k, yeah)
I'm gettin' money like I'm s'posed to
Stack bread and I f*ck a lotta hoes too

[Part 1]
Ey, die Money-Bags kommen jetzt herein
Vor der Villa steht ein Aston, wie der Premier League-Verein (nice)
Ich hab' meine Chain auf Ice
Und sag' zu der b*tch: I can change your life (wooh)
Es is wie bei In-N-Out, money comin' in and out (cash)
Diese Goofies makin all kinda funny sh*t for clout, woow
Used to be broke, but im up now (up now)
Uh, these ass hoes wanna f*ck now (dat right)
Used to have juice, now I got the sauce (sauce)
Keine Zahnseide, b*tch, but I love to floss, ey
Blac Youngsta mit dem Cash
Hunderttausend Euro just to stunt on your ass
Dummer Keck, realrap all you do is f*cking cap
[?] doch in echt you ain't got it like that (nah)
Got dat thang and I brrrang on your b*tch ass (bang, bang)
Damn, I got the game, oh I'm smitas
[Hook]
I'm gettin' money like I'm s'posed to
Stack bread and I f*ck a lotta hoes too, yeah
I ain't f*ck with you lame ass
Goofy ass, broke ass bums, hell no! (hell no)
Ay and my neck on cold
And my wrist on froze and my money don't fold (don't fold)
Meine b*tch is bad
And I get that bag, then I flipped my bread, my bread
Ay yeah I popped my sh*t
Meine pockets di*k, go and suck my di*k, yeah (my di*k, yeah)
I'm gettin' money like I'm s'posed to (yeah, yeah)
Stack bread and I f*ck a lotta hoes too (lotta hoes too)

[Part 2]
Check das aus, Boy, du bist nur ein Trottel-Wichser
In dem Restaurant und ich esse Lobster-Pizza
Und weißt du was Boy, ich ficke deine Tochter oft
Ich bin ein G, real G — Räuber Hotzenplotz (damn)
King of Diamonds mit den Broskies
b*tches poppen ihre pus*y für das Money (money)
Ménage à trois mit zwei French-Hoes (french-hoes)
Ich gib den b*tches meine wrap sauce (yeah)
Kein Sourcream, Glo Up das Powerteam
b*tches sind wet, wie eine Shower, see
Get you wet up, bang, bang, brrat [what?]
Make you bleed red sauce — kein Ketchup (ay)
We makin' it rain, egal in welchem Strip-Club
King of Diamonds, Follies oder Club Lust
50 told me: Go ahead and switch your style up
And if they hate, I let 'em hate and watch the money pile up
[Hook]
I'm gettin' money like I'm s'posed to
Stack bread and I f*ck a lotta hoes too, yeah
I ain't f*ck with you lame ass
Goofy ass, broke ass bums, hell no! (hell no)
Ay and my neck on cold
And my wrist on froze and my money don't fold (don't fold)
Meine b*tch is bad
And I get that bag, then I flipped my bread, my bread
Ay yeah I popped my sh*t
Meine pockets di*k, go and suck my di*k, yeah (my di*k, yeah)
I'm gettin' money like I'm s'posed to
Stack bread and I f*ck a lotta hoes too (lotta hoes too)