Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Darren Lighty
All Instruments
Clifton Lighty
Background Vocals
Clifton Lighty III
Background Vocals
Dante "Chi" Jordan
Vocals
David "Davinch" Chance
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Edward Ferrell II
Songwriter
Darren Lighty
Songwriter
Clifton Lighty
Songwriter
Balewa Muhammad
Songwriter
Edward "Eddie F." Ferrell II
Arranger
Eddie Ferrell
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Darren Lighty
Producer
Edward "Eddie F." Ferrell II
Producer
David McPherson
Executive Producer
Eddie Ferrell
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kevin Perry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sheldon Goode
Recording Engineer
Andy Cardenas
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Oh, girl
No more, no more
Bounce, baby, bounce, baby
You can move, uh
Check it out
[Verse 2]
Baby relax, sit back, and chill
Just give me a second, and let me tell you how I feel
'Cause all around town, you've been stepping out
Running your mouth about, what made you think I wouldn't find out?
[Verse 3]
Wasn't I there for you? Truly cared for you
Maybe my love was just too good
Could've had it good, now the love is gone
And went back to your hood with the 54-11 on
[Verse 4]
Does he lace you with the finer things?
Does he make ya wanna scream his name?
Does he hit it from the front to back?
Did you let him break it down like that?
Should've told me the love was gone
Never thought that you'd do me wrong
Girl, I thought that your love was strong
Till I saw you in another man's arms
[Verse 5]
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
[Verse 6]
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
[Verse 7]
I saw you on the Ave and I laughed
In the backseat beeeze spilling Henney in his lap
Thought it was me that you was all about
But I'm having doubts
'Cause I see you tryna play me out
But when the brother called the crib with beef
Didn't I represent you when I caught him in the streets?
So let me get the keys to Lex and no more checks
And no more hanging baguettes around your neck, babe
[Verse 8]
Does he lace you with the finer things?
Does he make ya wanna scream his name?
Does he hit it from the front to back?
Did you let him break it down like that?
Should've told me the love was gone
Never thought that you'd do me wrong
Girl, I thought that this love was strong
Till I saw you in another man's arms
[Verse 9]
No more shopping sprees, no more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
[Verse 10]
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
[Verse 11]
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
[Verse 12]
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
[Verse 13]
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
[Verse 14]
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
[Verse 15]
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
[Verse 16]
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
[Verse 17]
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
[Verse 18]
No more shopping sprees
No more late night creeps
No more VIP
No more dough
We can't even kick it no more
Written by: Balewa Muhammad, Clifton Lighty, Darren Lighty, Edward Ferrell II