No Difference lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
What's a quarter ticket? Boy, I'm tryna make a million
You've been on like a hundred glides and never done no drillings
Finessed a few, so if I want that, gotta pay for dinners
They never pay and that's one reason why I hate opinions

[Chorus]
Free my **** jammed, still get money, that don't make no difference
Difference is when them **** locked, they don't make no figures
b*tch, I got so much hoes, losin' you don't make no difference
I got beef with so much **** beefin' you don't make no diffеrence

[Post-Chorus]
Beefin' you don't make no diffеrence
I got beef with so much
Beefin' you don't make no difference
Beefin' you don't make no difference
I got beef with so much
Beefin' you don't make no difference

[Verse 1]
Good food and be on time,, that's how you keep it ringin'
Can't tell my ****, "Chill," just gotta watch and keep on chingin'
Heard he's in jail for punchin' up and kickin' down his missus
di*k inside her somethin', that's the only time l'm beatin' women
When I die, my guys are liars if they don't say, "He the realest"
Go Dubai, put two racks aside, that's just for speedin' tickets
I can't lie, when my **** died, that had me grievin' different
Stick my rambo in and out his chest and now he's breathin' different
[Pre-Chorus]
What's a quarter ticket? Boy, I'm tryna make a million
You've been on like a hundred glides and never done no drillings
Finessed a few, so if I want that, gotta pay for dinners
They never pay and that's one reason why I hate opinions

[Chorus]
Free my **** jammed, still get money, that don't make no difference
Difference is when them **** locked, they don't make no figures
b*tch, I got so much hoes, losin' you don't make no difference
I got beef with so much **** beefin' you don't make no difference

[Post-Chorus]
Beefin' you don't make no difference
I got beef with so much
Beefin' you don't make no difference
Beefin' you don't make no difference
I got beef with so much
Beefin' you don't make no difference

[Verse 2]
I've never seen your gun, you're always talkin' 'bout a scram
He never went on holiday, somehow, he's got a tan
I wasted credit on this girl when I was in the can
Had couple plans, came home just to find out that she's got a man
Damn, put my feelings to the side so l can work it better
Fifteen inch up in my palm, plus, I can work the presser
I should be gone and clear by the time they're freein' Terra
She gave me so much brain, I'm on the verge of bein' clever
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