No Advance lyrics

[Verse 1: CHRIST DILLINGER]
I done ran up a bag, no advance (Fony Wallace, biatch)
All this red in my cup, it got me in a trance
Sippin' on drank out in France
My money stretch, it expands
All this drank in my cup, I feel good
Smokin' on gas out a Backwood
I ran up a check 'cause I did what I should
See a Louis V print if you check where I stood
You ain't gettin' money, drop the act
We done run up a check, n*gga, that's just a fact
Take a look at my cup, see it's full up with Act'
I done f*cked up my money, don't know how to act
I just heard your new tape, it's corny
f*ckin' my money, I'm horny
That n*gga broke, he can't do nothin' for me
Your sh*t got me snorin', it bore me
My wrist cold like a yeti
I make her bed rock, she betty
Paint on her face like my name was Rossetti
Take a look at my pockets, got 'fetti on 'fetti
I f*cked his b*tch, I'm petty
One sip of my drink, she deady
One sip of that Wock', I'm ready
Gettin' the bread like a deli
n*gga run up, he get hit with the steel
She got a fat ass, I don't care if it's real
Louis V head to toe with no deal
Double C on the back of my heel
I keep a blick concealed
I ain't buyin' no drink if the seal wasn't sealed
I got his b*tch wet like a seal
Chasin' the bag up, ran it up, for real
[Verse 2: TrippyThaKid]
Brought a backpack, f*ck a Gucci bag (Yuh)
Flow so cold, it's gettin' Gucci mad (Facts)
Stop the talkin' with yo' stupid ass
I ain't got no weapons, I'm just a goofy dad (Shut the f*ck up)
Goofy Movie how I'm movin', baby
Movin' weight like I walk with a scale
Used to be the pot guy, hop outta jail
My bro got that hammer, not talkin' 'bout nails
T-t-tell us somethin', b*tch, did I stutter? I ain't gotta tell you nothin'
Smokin' Jungle Boys, I feel like I'm Tarzan
b*tch, I'm like Kyrie, no one can guard him
Man on the moon, give a f*ck 'bout a Martian (Bang, bang, bang)
b*tch, here I come like a young Johnny Carson
Movin' around, I'm not even a person
Deep in the pus*y, no bubble, I burst it
Dumb white b*tch, think her name was Kirsten
All up in my DMs, that b*tch was thirsty
I blocked her, but it ain't workin'
She found out, and she still irks me

[Interlude: CXRPSE]
Aw, sh*t
Okay, okay, alright (CXRPSE on the track, sheesh)

[Verse 3: CXRPSE]
I just pulled up, and I'm out in the cut
And I'm f*ckin' a b*tch, got my thumb in her butt
My energy manic, I don't give a f*ck
I'ma do what I want, so we makin' a snuff
I just got bored, so I'm countin' the racks
I'm feelin' so pretty, I might cop the Raf
I'm in my Joker arc, I laugh
They gon' regret gettin' me on the track
How am I doin' this sh*t with no deal?
The skeleton countin' up money, for real
None of these rappers be keepin' it real
I'll put it, let 'em know how I feel
I don't be walkin' with guns concealed
I don't be lookin' for n*ggas to kill
Only want money to get me a meal
f*ck Bill Gates 'cause I'm makin' a mill', f*ck