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No More Parties Video (MV)




Performed By: Jacquees
Featuring: Erica Banks
Length: 2:26
Written by: Jacquees Broadnax, Erica Breaux




Jacquees - No More Parties Lyrics
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[ Featuring Erica Banks ]

Yeah
(Ayy, Jacquees)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (these just gifts right?)
Straight from Decatur, ayy
Still chasin' paper, ayy
Straight from Decatur, uh (feel like more parties on the way)
Still chasin' paper, uh
Straight from Decatur, ayy
Still chasin' paper, ayy
Straight from Decatur
Ayy, ayy, ayy (DJ Drama)
Straight from Decatur, ayy
Still havin', ayy, yeah, ayy
Quemix

Money is somethin' that I got a lot of (I got a lot of)
Back on my bully again, yeah, I got a problem (I got a problem)
I can't sleep 'cause people are watchin' (people are watchin')
And can't nobody 'round me choose these options for me (oh)
Won't nobody stop what I'm promised, I'm trendin' topics (topics)
I'm makin' flips like trampolines, turn into profits (profits)
I bought a mansion, wrapped in water, look like an island (island)
My lil' baby, I'll do anythin' to keep her smilin'
It's all on me (me)
Real hittas 'round me (me)
FYB for life, you know the team (the team)
Gang been through it
I've been through it

I finally got my paper straight
I spend my time tryna think how I'm gon' elevate
And I don't want nobody 'round me who gon' hesitate
Pull up, ooh, pull up with that ooh
Spend that check, ooh

Tanked up in that drip flavor
100K in that Betnley truck
Ego big as my bank now
Call back when I give a f*ck
I'm hot, bitch, you not this (hey)
Talk shit, get dropkicked
Hunnid hoes like mosh pit
Clocked in, no Glock, bitch
Hmm, I make money, baby
They know I run it, baby
Ain't no frontin', baby
Who the f*ck I'm takin' from you, baby?
I'm sure you different, huh
Coem and see just how we livin'
I even spend it when I'm chillin', huh
I got what they missin'
I got what they missin' (what?)

I finally got my paper straight
I spend my time tryna think how I'm gon' elevate (yeah)
And I don't want nobody 'round me who gon' hesitate
Pull up, ooh, pull up with that, ooh
Spend that check, ooh

Ayy, shoutout Coi Leray
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Straight from Decatur, ayy
Still havin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Eastside fella
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Yeah
(Ayy, Jacquees)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (these just gifts right?)
Straight from Decatur, ayy
Still chasin' paper, ayy
Straight from Decatur, uh (feel like more parties on the way)
Still chasin' paper, uh
Straight from Decatur, ayy
Still chasin' paper, ayy
Straight from Decatur
Ayy, ayy, ayy (DJ Drama)
Straight from Decatur, ayy
Still havin', ayy, yeah, ayy
Quemix

Money is somethin' that I got a lot of (I got a lot of)
Back on my bully again, yeah, I got a problem (I got a problem)
I can't sleep 'cause people are watchin' (people are watchin')
And can't nobody 'round me choose these options for me (oh)
Won't nobody stop what I'm promised, I'm trendin' topics (topics)
I'm makin' flips like trampolines, turn into profits (profits)
I bought a mansion, wrapped in water, look like an island (island)
My lil' baby, I'll do anythin' to keep her smilin'
It's all on me (me)
Real hittas 'round me (me)
FYB for life, you know the team (the team)
Gang been through it
I've been through it

I finally got my paper straight
I spend my time tryna think how I'm gon' elevate
And I don't want nobody 'round me who gon' hesitate
Pull up, ooh, pull up with that ooh
Spend that check, ooh

Tanked up in that drip flavor
100K in that Betnley truck
Ego big as my bank now
Call back when I give a f*ck
I'm hot, bitch, you not this (hey)
Talk shit, get dropkicked
Hunnid hoes like mosh pit
Clocked in, no Glock, bitch
Hmm, I make money, baby
They know I run it, baby
Ain't no frontin', baby
Who the f*ck I'm takin' from you, baby?
I'm sure you different, huh
Coem and see just how we livin'
I even spend it when I'm chillin', huh
I got what they missin'
I got what they missin' (what?)

I finally got my paper straight
I spend my time tryna think how I'm gon' elevate (yeah)
And I don't want nobody 'round me who gon' hesitate
Pull up, ooh, pull up with that, ooh
Spend that check, ooh

Ayy, shoutout Coi Leray
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Straight from Decatur, ayy
Still havin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Eastside fella
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Writer: Jacquees Broadnax, Erica Breaux
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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