No Pad No Pencil lyrics

[Intro]
I'ma name this "No Pad No Pencil"
I feel like Wock', just grab the bar
It's a whole lot of that
Whole lot of this, ayy

[Verse]
Got a b*tch from California waitin' on me when I land
You'll call your weed man, tryna pull up for a gram
Used to sit up at the union, I was waitin' on a ham
This b*tch want a Bentley, she ain't worth a TransAm
In all pink today, feelin' like my n*gga Cam
Play killer season, I was playin' Gucci Mane
n*gga all on my line beggin' me for a band
Show her real side when she pop a lil' 10
I'm in Neiman Marcus now, just Balenciaga shoppin'
Too much money on me, I could never have a wallet
I'll leave your b*tch alone, she wasn't nothin' but an option
sh*t, I need a vacation, 'bout to go somewhere tropic
My b*tch irritatin' me, the conversation matter dry
I'm 'bout to face a whole 'bow of this strong-ass exotic
This b*tch so damn nasty, what she doin' out of pocket
I ain't come by myself, on my hip, it's a rocket
You can play if you want, I'ma aim it at your noggin
My cup filled to the top, you better watch how you dry
My lil' b*tch from the Bronx, hit me up like you high
Caught you wearin' fake Bape, that sh*t wasn't even surprising
Told her I was 'bout to come, she like, "Why you ain't surprised?"
Yeah, I'm plugged on them pills, I could've sold the Bill Cosby
What I just spent on lean, I could've went and bought a [?]
Talked to ten record labels, every one of 'em wanna sign me
That n*gga snitchin' from the feds, have my dog perk him up
Most of these b*tches ain't sh*t, only good for looking nice
You ain't got no money, only good at being tough
Bad b*tch ridin' with me, I'ma make her roll the blunt
Yeah, my n*gga five hundred, he gon' come and rough you up
She freaky off the Don, she say, "You ain't worth enough"
Even with a couple million, sh*t, it still won't be enough
Boy, you lyin' through your teeth, I swear I done had enough