Yeah yeah yeah
Aye
Before i hop on a song
Nigga send me the budget
Get in my zone imma get this bitch jumping
The opps moving funny so i'm clutching in public
Ain't in a good mood so i'm feeling like f*ck it
Packs down tryna make this shit double
Racks out just cuz these bitches love it
You sad now cuz your pockets look funny
Beat from the back my bitch thick from the country
Once i get up i ain goin back broke
Deep in my bag give a f*ck bout a hoe
For the money and power i work for some hours
The feds lurkin meet me down at the store
A p enough i need 200 more
Everything high i cant f*ck with the low
How you a plug and you aint go no drugs
You still diming and dubbing i need 200 more
When i pull up got hoes taking pictures
Like they wanna witness a nigga who winning
I got the gas and its very exquisit
All of my guns gotta clip its extended
Send the budget watch me make that shit work
Throw the money watch me make that shit twerk
I got money i can never go broke
You think its funny this shit aint a joke
Yea we lead and they follow
Run the money up we hit the lotta
Sipping lean out the bottle
F*cking bad bitches they some models
When she eat it she swallow
I got some bad bitches
They all look like some models
Pour lean in the bottle
When i hit the gas and i put it in throttle
Yea we up cuz we posed to
You looking lost let me coach you
Yea that bitch you cuffing she some old new
Speak to my mic put it on protools
Stick to the philosophy
While i'm rolling lettuce or broccoli
My name should be twitter
The way that they follow me
I set the trends
And i bet they gone copy me
Yeah
I know that they watching me yeah
Get to the money
Monopoly ugh
Bitch i'm on go ain't no stopping me yeah
She eat the dick up oh so properly ugh
Hold up wait a second
I ain't did this in a minute
Imma do it the limit
Get the money and i spend it
On the gas windows tinted
Yeah
We gone be good long as ice on the beat
You on the side walk and i'm in the street
Me and big flacco go hard every beat
And if this your put this shit on repeat
This here so hard it dont need a hook
If your bitch look better know that she took
Ain't gotta talk i read you like a book
Gun money bullets we dont give a f*ck
Everybody wanted for the low low
But i'm taxing i'm after these cho chos
Everybody say they from the streets now
You keep acting you gone catch a beat down
Ain't no more starving we all gotta eat
No cap in my rap i been trapping these P's
My jeweler is sunny my diamond VVs
My belt double Gs and my drip overseas
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Know this backwood is full of Exotic
Pop me a perc and it hit me like Rocky
She look like a zombie she gone of a Roxy
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Got a bad bitch she look just like Roxy
Got the thirty the perky that oxy
Count up the money
While that bitch watch me
Beat up a nigga like im playing hockey
Cant no one stop me
I want the new masserati
Walking in the bank im so cocky
I pull up and hop out
And i give the valet the car key
Nigga dont start me
Put a hundred in your car
When he pull up and he park
Caught him lacking in the car
Nobody gives a f*ck
Nobody knows who you are
Where the water off the molly im geek geeked
She was a vegan tonight she gone eat meat
Off the lean i be moving so slow
But i'm still on go cuz i'm moving at god speed
Riding slow down your street and creep
I can see you in the dark with a red beam
Running to the money like a track team
Caught so many plays you can tell i was an athlete
If you want them packs then get at me
We ship it off in the package
Vacuum seal it in the plastic
Riding through Dallas with work in the backseat
We can meet up on the backstreet
We got them drums like a beat
If you want smoke i got big sweets
Put your ass to sleep like zzz's
We gone be good long as ice on the beat
You on the side walk and i'm in the street
Me and big flacco go hard every beat
And if this your put this shit on repeat
This here so hard it dont need a hook
If your bitch look better know that she took
Ain't gotta talk i read you like a book
Gun money bullets we dont give a f*ck
Roddie Flacco - No Hook (feat. Kizzle Stacks) Lyrics
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Yeah yeah yeah
Aye
Before i hop on a song
Nigga send me the budget
Get in my zone imma get this bitch jumping
The opps moving funny so i'm clutching in public
Ain't in a good mood so i'm feeling like f*ck it
Packs down tryna make this shit double
Racks out just cuz these bitches love it
You sad now cuz your pockets look funny
Beat from the back my bitch thick from the country
Once i get up i ain goin back broke
Deep in my bag give a f*ck bout a hoe
For the money and power i work for some hours
The feds lurkin meet me down at the store
A p enough i need 200 more
Everything high i cant f*ck with the low
How you a plug and you aint go no drugs
You still diming and dubbing i need 200 more
When i pull up got hoes taking pictures
Like they wanna witness a nigga who winning
I got the gas and its very exquisit
All of my guns gotta clip its extended
Send the budget watch me make that shit work
Throw the money watch me make that shit twerk
I got money i can never go broke
You think its funny this shit aint a joke
Yea we lead and they follow
Run the money up we hit the lotta
Sipping lean out the bottle
F*cking bad bitches they some models
When she eat it she swallow
I got some bad bitches
They all look like some models
Pour lean in the bottle
When i hit the gas and i put it in throttle
Yea we up cuz we posed to
You looking lost let me coach you
Yea that bitch you cuffing she some old new
Speak to my mic put it on protools
Stick to the philosophy
While i'm rolling lettuce or broccoli
My name should be twitter
The way that they follow me
I set the trends
And i bet they gone copy me
Yeah
I know that they watching me yeah
Get to the money
Monopoly ugh
Bitch i'm on go ain't no stopping me yeah
She eat the dick up oh so properly ugh
Hold up wait a second
I ain't did this in a minute
Imma do it the limit
Get the money and i spend it
On the gas windows tinted
Yeah
We gone be good long as ice on the beat
You on the side walk and i'm in the street
Me and big flacco go hard every beat
And if this your put this shit on repeat
This here so hard it dont need a hook
If your bitch look better know that she took
Ain't gotta talk i read you like a book
Gun money bullets we dont give a f*ck
Everybody wanted for the low low
But i'm taxing i'm after these cho chos
Everybody say they from the streets now
You keep acting you gone catch a beat down
Ain't no more starving we all gotta eat
No cap in my rap i been trapping these P's
My jeweler is sunny my diamond VVs
My belt double Gs and my drip overseas
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Know this backwood is full of Exotic
Pop me a perc and it hit me like Rocky
She look like a zombie she gone of a Roxy
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Got a bad bitch she look just like Roxy
Got the thirty the perky that oxy
Count up the money
While that bitch watch me
Beat up a nigga like im playing hockey
Cant no one stop me
I want the new masserati
Walking in the bank im so cocky
I pull up and hop out
And i give the valet the car key
Nigga dont start me
Put a hundred in your car
When he pull up and he park
Caught him lacking in the car
Nobody gives a f*ck
Nobody knows who you are
Where the water off the molly im geek geeked
She was a vegan tonight she gone eat meat
Off the lean i be moving so slow
But i'm still on go cuz i'm moving at god speed
Riding slow down your street and creep
I can see you in the dark with a red beam
Running to the money like a track team
Caught so many plays you can tell i was an athlete
If you want them packs then get at me
We ship it off in the package
Vacuum seal it in the plastic
Riding through Dallas with work in the backseat
We can meet up on the backstreet
We got them drums like a beat
If you want smoke i got big sweets
Put your ass to sleep like zzz's
We gone be good long as ice on the beat
You on the side walk and i'm in the street
Me and big flacco go hard every beat
And if this your put this shit on repeat
This here so hard it dont need a hook
If your bitch look better know that she took
Ain't gotta talk i read you like a book
Gun money bullets we dont give a f*ck
Aye
Before i hop on a song
Nigga send me the budget
Get in my zone imma get this bitch jumping
The opps moving funny so i'm clutching in public
Ain't in a good mood so i'm feeling like f*ck it
Packs down tryna make this shit double
Racks out just cuz these bitches love it
You sad now cuz your pockets look funny
Beat from the back my bitch thick from the country
Once i get up i ain goin back broke
Deep in my bag give a f*ck bout a hoe
For the money and power i work for some hours
The feds lurkin meet me down at the store
A p enough i need 200 more
Everything high i cant f*ck with the low
How you a plug and you aint go no drugs
You still diming and dubbing i need 200 more
When i pull up got hoes taking pictures
Like they wanna witness a nigga who winning
I got the gas and its very exquisit
All of my guns gotta clip its extended
Send the budget watch me make that shit work
Throw the money watch me make that shit twerk
I got money i can never go broke
You think its funny this shit aint a joke
Yea we lead and they follow
Run the money up we hit the lotta
Sipping lean out the bottle
F*cking bad bitches they some models
When she eat it she swallow
I got some bad bitches
They all look like some models
Pour lean in the bottle
When i hit the gas and i put it in throttle
Yea we up cuz we posed to
You looking lost let me coach you
Yea that bitch you cuffing she some old new
Speak to my mic put it on protools
Stick to the philosophy
While i'm rolling lettuce or broccoli
My name should be twitter
The way that they follow me
I set the trends
And i bet they gone copy me
Yeah
I know that they watching me yeah
Get to the money
Monopoly ugh
Bitch i'm on go ain't no stopping me yeah
She eat the dick up oh so properly ugh
Hold up wait a second
I ain't did this in a minute
Imma do it the limit
Get the money and i spend it
On the gas windows tinted
Yeah
We gone be good long as ice on the beat
You on the side walk and i'm in the street
Me and big flacco go hard every beat
And if this your put this shit on repeat
This here so hard it dont need a hook
If your bitch look better know that she took
Ain't gotta talk i read you like a book
Gun money bullets we dont give a f*ck
Everybody wanted for the low low
But i'm taxing i'm after these cho chos
Everybody say they from the streets now
You keep acting you gone catch a beat down
Ain't no more starving we all gotta eat
No cap in my rap i been trapping these P's
My jeweler is sunny my diamond VVs
My belt double Gs and my drip overseas
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Know this backwood is full of Exotic
Pop me a perc and it hit me like Rocky
She look like a zombie she gone of a Roxy
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Got a bad bitch she look just like Roxy
Got the thirty the perky that oxy
Count up the money
While that bitch watch me
Beat up a nigga like im playing hockey
Cant no one stop me
I want the new masserati
Walking in the bank im so cocky
I pull up and hop out
And i give the valet the car key
Nigga dont start me
Put a hundred in your car
When he pull up and he park
Caught him lacking in the car
Nobody gives a f*ck
Nobody knows who you are
Where the water off the molly im geek geeked
She was a vegan tonight she gone eat meat
Off the lean i be moving so slow
But i'm still on go cuz i'm moving at god speed
Riding slow down your street and creep
I can see you in the dark with a red beam
Running to the money like a track team
Caught so many plays you can tell i was an athlete
If you want them packs then get at me
We ship it off in the package
Vacuum seal it in the plastic
Riding through Dallas with work in the backseat
We can meet up on the backstreet
We got them drums like a beat
If you want smoke i got big sweets
Put your ass to sleep like zzz's
We gone be good long as ice on the beat
You on the side walk and i'm in the street
Me and big flacco go hard every beat
And if this your put this shit on repeat
This here so hard it dont need a hook
If your bitch look better know that she took
Ain't gotta talk i read you like a book
Gun money bullets we dont give a f*ck
Writer: CANNON CANNON, SHAWN ANDERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave
Performed By: Roddie Flacco
Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: CANNON CANNON, SHAWN ANDERSON