Lyrics

Say yeah, yeah
I just wanna tell myself
All the way
All the way
Fuck them **** that said that I was broke
And them bitches that wouldn't pick up the phone
Real ****, kept it one hunnid, so
Can't tell you how many times they done me wrong
But I let 'em know it's
No love, no love, no love (No love)
No love, no love, no love (Hey)
No love, no love, no love (No love)
No love, no love, no love, yeah, ay
Gotta be on point, can't let 'em kill your shine
Pain on my heart, but I'm so real with mines
My mama cried about a thousand times
I slung that iron, stood on that corner, sold a thousand dimes
And when it comes to these hoes, I never speak on my woes
We used to sleep on the floor
Bills on the table, they can't pay it, it was me and the bro
My mama said, "It's okay," but I felt that hurt on her soul, yeah
Gotta keep that thing on the roll
Ever need, inside this britches, bitch, I'm strapped like the folks
You get clapped from the back, got action and some dope, it's a go
'Cause racks in the bag sound better than Nathan, bein' broke was no more
I'm stickin' dick in your ho
If it's a lick, I might go
Strapped up like G.I. Joe
Bitches get whacked on my soul
And I got some **** waItin' on 3, ay
They catch me slippin', but they schizin' 'cause that thing on me
Fuck them **** that said that I was broke
And them bitches that wouldn't pick up the phone
Real ****, kept it one hunnid, so
Can't tell you how many times they done me wrong
But I let 'em know it's
No love, no love, no love (No love)
No love, no love, no love (No love)
No love, no love, no love (No love)
No love, no love, no love, yeah, ay
You gotta feel me, on my Mama
And all my **** chasin' dollars
That pussy fire, it's like oh, la, la
And I mean real fire, like oh, na, na
And **** envy for the wrong thing
Friends turn to enemies, a cold game
Bunch of **** strapped with a weapon, slingin' the cocaine
Couple **** in my section got whacked playin' the dope game
And I seen **** kill they **** 'bout a ho
And that same **** told his partner, "Let her go"
That bitch there ain't real, gon' fuck when you go
'Cause conversation rule the nation and he already know
Fuck them **** that said that I was broke
And them bitches that wouldn't pick up the phone
Real ****, kept it one hunnid, so
Can't tell you how many times they done me wrong
But I let 'em know it's
No love, no love, no love, yeah, ay
Written by: Melvin Noble
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