no love lyrics

[Intro]
(Boy)

[Chorus]
She like, ''Bae, how much you make?'' It's a lot, duh (A lot, duh)
Ba-Balmain jean with the Glock, but this b*tch tucked (But this b*tch tucked, beep)
If you not my day one, you can't get no love (Get no love)
Ayy, b*tch, I'm tryna slice some, you not gettin' f*cked
Ayy, Ro-Robin jeans, ayy, Rick Owens (Rick Owens)
Man-man, that b*tch a fiend, told her, ''Keep going'''
They blow my phone up, ayy, twin, we keep goin'
n*gga, f*ck the pen and paper, b*tch, I'm not goin'

[Verse]
n*ggas broke as f*ck, b*tch, you not scorin'
Off the Runtz, lil' b*tch, you know my eyes soarin'
Bi-bi-b*tch gon' hate, I'm really finna go cop that foreign
Goin' 0 to 60 in this b*tch, my ass got bored
Big-ass chop, oh, you get chop, I just do it, I don't talk a lot
Okay, dumb b*tch, you talk a lot, we just—, don't talk a lot
Big-ass chop, oh, you get chop, I just do it, I don't talk a lot
Okay, dumb b*tch, you talk a lot, we just—, don't talk a lot

[Chorus]
She like, ''Baе, how much you make?'' It's a lot, duh (A lot, duh)
Ba-Balmain jean with the Glock, but this b*tch tuckеd (But this b*tch tucked, beep)
If you not my day one, you can't get no love (Get no love)
Ayy, b*tch, I'm tryna slice some, you not gettin' f*cked
Ayy, Ro-Robin jeans, ayy, Rick Owens (Rick Owens)
Man-man, that b*tch a fiend, told her, ''Keep going'''
They blow my phone up, ayy, twin, we keep goin'
n*gga, f*ck the pen and paper, b*tch, I'm not goin'