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Mister Novela - TAPPED Lyrics



Mister Novela - TAPPED Lyrics




I'm not rich, ok?
These ain't my chains man!
I'm not rich!
You got to be rich to wear this jewelry
I am not f*cking rich
These is not mine man
This is not my-my teeth
I'm just holding these shits
I don't got no money man

Down south shaking the bag
Damn my lil baby so mad
She keep talking bout the urus
Not enough paper for that
Girl you better do door dash
Don't wait for me to get your bag
Right now a nigga real tapped
If I lose it all I'll get it back
I on't got time for chitty chat
I was out running the laps
I was tryna get in my bag
Can't be lazy for that
Know for it making it slap
Prone to hate me for that
Her bones be shaking it back
Can't even get into that
I'ma just give you a dap
That's a distraction I'm looking for action, I'm about to go triple the batch
Done with relaxin
I'm trying get active
I'm about to shoot out the back
Niggas be acting
Boy you just rapping
Sit yo ass in the back

Why you faking for real?
I was trying to make you a deal
Why you ain't keeping it chill?
You rather fame or a mill?
Bitch you ain't paying my bills
Watch how you talkin for real
I just came down off a pill
I was on addys for real
Ain't give a f*ck about the deal (Nah)
I'm tryna focus
Too much emotion
Ain't tryna f*ck up my meals (That's attitude)
Wave in the ocean
I got the potion
I'm making magic for real (Let's go)
I got her open
Smoother than lotion
I got the shea on me still (She know)
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
I'm tryna-
Huh (Ahhhhh) uh
I'm tryna stack up the newly deposits, You better start taking me serious (Takin me serious!)
Lint in yo pockets, Boy you better stop it, You talking I can't even hear it (Can't even hear it!)
Feeling so used, abused, These bitches is on me, they acting delirious (Actin' delirious)
Huh?
What?!
The moves is getting real curious (Real curious)
Dime a dozen, f*ck, don't love em not my baby dearest (Not my dearest)
She might love him, he bout paper, she ain't even near him (She ain't near him)
She might bug him, He gon dub her, He ain't tryna hear it (Tryna hear it!)
Watch me work (Watch me Work!)
Got real focus, been the voice, I'm just like Durk (Man, What?!)
Just might whisper in her ear, I bet she squirt
But I'm trippin need this money by the first
(Yeah) Huh! What?! Uh!
I might lurk (I might lurky)
Yeah I'll f*ck You & wont love you, I'ma jerk (He a jerky)
Every time you get to hurting, you bring up dirt (She gettin' dirty!)
Girl I told you from the start this shit won't work

These hoes be asking me for money
They be like, "Let me get some money bae"
I say, mannnn
I ain't got no money!
That money you be seeing me with on instagrams,
That be fake money man!
That be prop money
That-This is not my money bruh
I do not have nothing!
Hahaha
You know what I'm talking about
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I'm not rich, ok?
These ain't my chains man!
I'm not rich!
You got to be rich to wear this jewelry
I am not f*cking rich
These is not mine man
This is not my-my teeth
I'm just holding these shits
I don't got no money man

Down south shaking the bag
Damn my lil baby so mad
She keep talking bout the urus
Not enough paper for that
Girl you better do door dash
Don't wait for me to get your bag
Right now a nigga real tapped
If I lose it all I'll get it back
I on't got time for chitty chat
I was out running the laps
I was tryna get in my bag
Can't be lazy for that
Know for it making it slap
Prone to hate me for that
Her bones be shaking it back
Can't even get into that
I'ma just give you a dap
That's a distraction I'm looking for action, I'm about to go triple the batch
Done with relaxin
I'm trying get active
I'm about to shoot out the back
Niggas be acting
Boy you just rapping
Sit yo ass in the back

Why you faking for real?
I was trying to make you a deal
Why you ain't keeping it chill?
You rather fame or a mill?
Bitch you ain't paying my bills
Watch how you talkin for real
I just came down off a pill
I was on addys for real
Ain't give a f*ck about the deal (Nah)
I'm tryna focus
Too much emotion
Ain't tryna f*ck up my meals (That's attitude)
Wave in the ocean
I got the potion
I'm making magic for real (Let's go)
I got her open
Smoother than lotion
I got the shea on me still (She know)
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
I'm tryna-
Huh (Ahhhhh) uh
I'm tryna stack up the newly deposits, You better start taking me serious (Takin me serious!)
Lint in yo pockets, Boy you better stop it, You talking I can't even hear it (Can't even hear it!)
Feeling so used, abused, These bitches is on me, they acting delirious (Actin' delirious)
Huh?
What?!
The moves is getting real curious (Real curious)
Dime a dozen, f*ck, don't love em not my baby dearest (Not my dearest)
She might love him, he bout paper, she ain't even near him (She ain't near him)
She might bug him, He gon dub her, He ain't tryna hear it (Tryna hear it!)
Watch me work (Watch me Work!)
Got real focus, been the voice, I'm just like Durk (Man, What?!)
Just might whisper in her ear, I bet she squirt
But I'm trippin need this money by the first
(Yeah) Huh! What?! Uh!
I might lurk (I might lurky)
Yeah I'll f*ck You & wont love you, I'ma jerk (He a jerky)
Every time you get to hurting, you bring up dirt (She gettin' dirty!)
Girl I told you from the start this shit won't work

These hoes be asking me for money
They be like, "Let me get some money bae"
I say, mannnn
I ain't got no money!
That money you be seeing me with on instagrams,
That be fake money man!
That be prop money
That-This is not my money bruh
I do not have nothing!
Hahaha
You know what I'm talking about
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Writer: MISTER NOVELA
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Performed By: Mister Novela
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: MISTER NOVELA

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