NOSTYLIST

作词 : Bobby Sandimanie III

[Chorus]

B***h, I wake up, no stylist

Fresh as ****, I put it on, no help, I did this shit

Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit

She in school, but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this b***h

Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit

Rock Balenciaga too, b***h, I'm flyer than a pigeon

Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget

All these niggas lame as ****, and they hate 'cause they don't get it

Yeah, lil' b***h, I'm cool as ****, and it's paper that I'm gettin'

[Verse 1]

Fly across the globe, b***h, I'm gettin' shows, yeah, I'm on a money mission

All that old shit over, but the old hoes still ain't tell me thеy miss it

Yeah, I **** on her, but I can't cuff her, I won't make her Misses

I don't know that boy, and I can't tell you how he end up missin'

I can't tell you shit

Bust down my neck, bust down my wrist

Bust down my wrist, bust down my b***h

I'm fresh as hell, b***h, I'm fly as shit

Yeah, this a Hellcat, I'm whippin' this

Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she with the shits

Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grab my stick

Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grabbed my— (Shh)

[Chorus]

B***h, I wake up, no stylist

Fresh as ****, I put it on, no help, I did this shit

Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit

She in school, but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this b***h

Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit

[Verse 2]

Tell that b***h to keep it bool, and I might just let her kick it

Got her wet just like a pool, I'm finna dive right in her kitty

My b***h rockin' this shit too, I buy her that, she buy me this

Told my folks I'm gettin' rich, it ain't no way I'm washin' dishes

All the pretty hoes comin' to my shows, man, this shit get crazy

If I **** that b***h I gotta wrap it, I don't want a baby

I'm in the SRT, Trackhawk, tryna let my thot drive the ercedes

Yeah, my side, nigga, you play with this shit, you might just die today

Yeah, don't play

Nigga, don't play

Niggas say they ain't say it, but I really say it

Yeah, nigga stay in your lane, 'cause mine might drive you crazy

Yeah, I just ****ed that b***h, I didn't know that was your baby

Yeah, I just count this cash, it ain't too much to save

Yeah, I just get too fly, like, what more can I say?

Yeah, she doin' tricks on the d**k, that ho Cirque du Soleil

Yeah, I'm in Milan, shawty, you squeezin', my b***h servin' face

[Chorus]

B***h, I wake up, no stylist

Fresh as ****, I put it on, no help, I did this shit

Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit

She in school, but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this b***h

Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit

Rock Balenciaga too, b***h, I'm flyer than a pigeon

Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget

All these niggas lame as ****, and they hate 'cause they don't get it

Yeah, lil' b***h, I'm cool as ****, and it's paper that I'm gettin'