No Smoke lyrics

[Chorus]
No smoke, no smoke
b*tches don't want smoke
They pray to God that I'm sleeping
I swear to God I stay woke
Quit the tough talk, sis
You be lying in your post
Can't put your money where your mouth is
Little b*tch, keep it close

[Verse 1]
Just out of work on your way to the club
And you know that you look like a snack
Just got a text from your ex
And you know that he know he ain't getting it back
His double C's on the bag
His double G's on the tag
Bosses they do what they wanna do
You ain't even gotta ask
Got a little piece of ass
He don't know how to act
He fell in love with swag
I fell in love with the bag
Valentino on the shoes
Valentino on the bag
Cashed out on these titties
Cashed out on this ass
I don't see nobody, feeling like I'm Ray Charles
Got so many different type of flavors
Foreign shopping every season, how we play ball
Happy hoes ain't hating, hating hoes I hate y'all