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CashMoneyBands - No Clue Lyrics



CashMoneyBands - No Clue Lyrics




What the fucc I look like beefing on the net for
They listen to bullshit the real niggas get slepted on

I been waitin' on that nigga, I can see him through the window
I'm a motherf*ckin' villain, I ain't f*ckin' with no heroes

Shit, bitch, I'm all about my pape
He talkin' cash money, he ain't never gettin' paid

He be talkin' bout the bitches, he ain't never gettin' laid
I grew up in the murda shit, I know how to crack a safe

True religious on my ass, blue strips up in it
I be talkin' cash money, cause I really spend it

Shit is nice and all grindin, grindin' for the riches
Your bitch really weak, my bitch really hittin

This bitch on my timeline, said she really love me
I'm a cash money boy, so she wanna f*ck me

She got the paper in her jeans, man, that's really lovely
I don't give a f*ck about that hoe, but she wanna cuff me

Fendi all up on my belt, Gucci on my shoes
Cold man with a dark heart, she runnin' from the truth

I can't vent to nobody, so I'm in the booth
Man who really love bands, I don't got a clue

How you wanna diss the boyz and you poppin' out
The scenes that we scope, it's his mama house

I know a lot of real shit that you don't know about
Your homie hit that backstreet, and I know the route

We seen him on the camera footage, she was snitchin
About a week ago, he caught his ass, he was limpin

And I'm a cash money Billi boy, I love Benz's
I was born up in the 05, but I know about the pimpin

What you know about slidin? In a foreign, yous a broke dude
Street Nigga from the trenches, you gon' die if you break the rules

Thuggin till the sunrise with my niggas trippin' with my troops
He was dissin' on the Gram, we gon' strip that nigga for his jewels

Ima Villian, I'm that nigga that they hate
He was dissin' cash money, we gon' bust that nigga brain

I'm really from the trenches, that's something you can't relate
You scared to get some money, niggas die every day

I was broke, I got a bag, all I did was really hustle
I still got my pieces, I ain't f*ckin' with no puzzles

I had to change my life, cause I don't wanna go through struggles
If you seen the Shit I got, shit I got it off the muscle

They don't understand a nigga, cause I'm street smart
Head F*cked up, I really got a dark heart

You better tell the next nigga he f*ckin' with a shark
I don't f*ck with them no more, cause we grew apart
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What the fucc I look like beefing on the net for
They listen to bullshit the real niggas get slepted on

I been waitin' on that nigga, I can see him through the window
I'm a motherf*ckin' villain, I ain't f*ckin' with no heroes

Shit, bitch, I'm all about my pape
He talkin' cash money, he ain't never gettin' paid

He be talkin' bout the bitches, he ain't never gettin' laid
I grew up in the murda shit, I know how to crack a safe

True religious on my ass, blue strips up in it
I be talkin' cash money, cause I really spend it

Shit is nice and all grindin, grindin' for the riches
Your bitch really weak, my bitch really hittin

This bitch on my timeline, said she really love me
I'm a cash money boy, so she wanna f*ck me

She got the paper in her jeans, man, that's really lovely
I don't give a f*ck about that hoe, but she wanna cuff me

Fendi all up on my belt, Gucci on my shoes
Cold man with a dark heart, she runnin' from the truth

I can't vent to nobody, so I'm in the booth
Man who really love bands, I don't got a clue

How you wanna diss the boyz and you poppin' out
The scenes that we scope, it's his mama house

I know a lot of real shit that you don't know about
Your homie hit that backstreet, and I know the route

We seen him on the camera footage, she was snitchin
About a week ago, he caught his ass, he was limpin

And I'm a cash money Billi boy, I love Benz's
I was born up in the 05, but I know about the pimpin

What you know about slidin? In a foreign, yous a broke dude
Street Nigga from the trenches, you gon' die if you break the rules

Thuggin till the sunrise with my niggas trippin' with my troops
He was dissin' on the Gram, we gon' strip that nigga for his jewels

Ima Villian, I'm that nigga that they hate
He was dissin' cash money, we gon' bust that nigga brain

I'm really from the trenches, that's something you can't relate
You scared to get some money, niggas die every day

I was broke, I got a bag, all I did was really hustle
I still got my pieces, I ain't f*ckin' with no puzzles

I had to change my life, cause I don't wanna go through struggles
If you seen the Shit I got, shit I got it off the muscle

They don't understand a nigga, cause I'm street smart
Head F*cked up, I really got a dark heart

You better tell the next nigga he f*ckin' with a shark
I don't f*ck with them no more, cause we grew apart
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Writer: J P
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Performed By: CashMoneyBands
Language: English
Length: 2:14
Written by: J P

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