No Handouts (prod. Nick E Beats)

(NickE On the Track)

Hey

Talk Money Gang

30 Gang

Aye, Jay Critch, hood fav'

Hey

My **** doing they thang

Duckin' police and the search warrants

Might pull up in some designer

You ain't see these, gotta search for it

These rappers ridin' the wave

Bitches on dick like a surfboard

You know I gotta get paid

Ice on my neck cause I worked for it

Money tall, can't fit on the Lamb' now (Skrr)

They gon' try to fit in, I'ma stand out (Skrr skrr)

**** come around askin' for handouts

Was you there when my pockets was man down?

Boy, you funny, you act like my mans now

She was frontin' but, look, she a fan now

Yeah, we still juugging, we get to the bands now

Cooking up like I'm bringing a pan out (Hey)

They dont want problems with me

Hit a juug, yeah I'm shopping for free

Me and Damii smoking out of the P

Say you real, but nobody agree (Hey!)

They give me drama like it's on TV

I gotta stay with a beam (Bow bow)

Told her don't call me, I ain't trying to speak

Hit me when it's 'bout the green

New faces got me like "Who are these **** and why they around?"

Blue faces, I got a stack to the ceiling that start from the ground

In the coupe, racin'

I might pull up on your bitch (Skrr)

Dropping the top down (Skrr skrr)

**** pocket watching what i got now

Had some light shit, got a lot now (Hey)

My **** doing they thang

Duckin' police and the search warrants

Might pull up in some designer

You ain't see these, gotta search for it

These rappers riding the wave

Bitches on dick like a surfboard

You know I gotta get paid

Ice on my neck cause I worked for it

Money tall, can't fit on the Lamb' now

They gon' try to fit in, I'ma stand out

**** come around askin' for handouts

Was you there when my pockets was man down?

Boy, you funny, you act like my mans now

She was frontin' but, look, she a fan now

Yeah, we still juugging, we get to the bands now

Cooking up like I'm bringing a pan out

I'm talking money not rappin'

I need the cash gotta have it

Like an addiction, can't snap it

Walk down the ave see the addicts

White-blue was smilin' and laughin'

88 swarm just like magic

Gotta stay out the gym 'cause there's traffic

Jealous, ungracious, it's tragic

Mad just 'cause need move past it

OG and cookies shit hittin'

Bravo, it look like it's liftin'

See I get to the loot, now she trippin'

Said she can't pay for school, now she strippin'

Do what you do, that's your business

Throwin' ones got into it, he tippin'

My **** talk money, you listenin'?

My **** doing they thang

Duckin' police and the search warrants

Might pull up in some designer

You ain't see these, gotta search for it

These rappers riding the wave

Bitches on dick like a surfboard

You know I gotta get paid

Ice on my neck cause I worked for it

Money tall, can't fit on the Lamb' now

They gon' try to fit in, I'ma stand out

**** come around askin' for handouts

Was you there when my pockets was man down?

Boy, you funny, you act like my mans now

She was frontin' but, look, she a fan now

Yeah, we still juugging, we get to the bands now

Cooking up like I'm bringing a pan out

I just got a pint of the 'Tec

Take off, get high like NASA

I don't want that bitch, you can have her

Smoke strong, gotta flex, I'm on fitness

And I'm all in her mouth like a dentist

Kick back, then I ball like Alonzo

Rollin' with a paper and a Fronto

Sit back hit, a bitch with a combo

And I gotta play the bitch like a console

She be suckin' on my dick in the condo

Pronto, hit a lick, get the guap, though

No vegan, I'm all about green

Get that money, I stack with my team

My **** be sippin' the clean

Goyard the belt on my jeans

Maison Margiela the feet

And I gotta eat (I gotta eat)

My **** doing they thang

Duckin' police and the search warrants

Might pull up in some designer

You ain't see these, gotta search for it

These rappers riding the wave

Bitches on dick like a surfboard

You know I gotta get paid

Ice on my neck cause I worked for it

Money tall, can't fit on the Lamb' now

They gon' try to fit in, I'ma stand out

**** come around askin' for handouts

Was you there when my pockets was man down?

Boy, you funny, you act like my mans now

She was frontin' but, look, she a fan now

Yeah, we still juugging, we get to the bands now

Cooking up like I'm bringing a pan out