Ain’t No Luv

I’m balling on these haters I done made a list I’m always getting to the paper so I know they pissed Look at the chain on my neck & bracelet on my wrist These bitches bow down when they see me give my rings a kiss: Haters know that I’m the king of this stunting shit I know these niggaz don’t like me but be on my dick My neck & wrist iced out look like a walking lick You try to rob me I’ll kill everyone you coming wit Like money Mitch I be getting to the paper mane My money different that’s because our hustle ain’t the same I’ll kill a nigga if he ever try to take my chain Look at my neck look at my wrist money ain’t a thang No longer slanging cane now I grind the legal way My money talk for me there’s nothing more for me to say I ball hard like them players in the nba It’s not a annual thing I do this everyday He was a stand up guy until the judge took a seat He snitched & was back selling drugs the next week So I had to switch hustles found a plug for these beats Niggaz killing each other ain’t no luv in these streets: I’m balling on these haters I done made a list I’m always getting to the paper so I know they pissed Look at the chain on my neck & bracelet on my wrist These bitches bow down when they see me give my rings a kiss :