DJ Mustard - No Reason lyrics

[Hook: YG] 100 bottles in the club for no reason n***as start trippin' boom bow, dope fiendin' 100 bottles in the club for no reason n***as start trippin' boom bow, dope fiendin' 100 bottles in the club for no reason 100 bottles in the club, 100 bottles in the club for no reason n***as start trippin' boom bow, dope fiendin' [Verse 1: Jeezy] I'm in that (?) smokin' like a Marley (?) so loud soundin' like a Harley (?) in my hand but it ain't a phony Nobody get shot then it ain't a party Versace on my feet, Versace on my belt I'm at the road dealer, I don't need help And the sh** that I'm packin' make the seat melt (?) ridin' shotgun on the seatbelt My doors open up backwards, no way No use talkin' like you still f** with Jose (?) got some bad b**hes f**in' with my Fungsway So much rose gold, got thorns on it Half a million dollar car for no reason And we keep the clubs full like the Four Seasons [Hook: YG] [Verse 2: Nipsey Hu$$le] I'mma ball on you n***as, I'm takin' all of they b**hes Now they see they can't be us, try to fly with us n***a No facade my n***a, I'm zero tolerance n***a Over two things, my folks and economy n***a n***as gotta be kiddin', don't ever challenge me n***a Got a f**ed up a** temper, I'd prolly k** 'em And I ain't the one to start it but I'd prolly finish If I don't send him to the grave then it's probably the dentist Look ya'll n***as should prolly listen All I'm speakin' is real sh**, I should start a religion Ya'll lookin' like ya'll all on your feelin's When you see us in the club, all these bottles and b**hes f** it, I got money for the case, I got money for the ace I got money for an eighth, I got money in the safe 'Bout to pull it out and drop money on the (?) [Hook: YG] [Verse 3: RJ] They call me R motherf**er If you with your broad you should cuff her I saw my momma I'mma need three feet Cause these b**hes want pictures, n***as want somethin' free Still got a lil raw in my draws lowkey Slow poke, Joe Clark, n***a lean on me Crushin' only codeine, I be flirtin' with the fuego 100 bottles, can't even see the table Dope fiend, a n***a screamin' out the label Put you on the set or I can put you on the payroll Hanging off the roof like what's up with that b**h s**in' me and n***as (?), you in love with that b**h n***as die for a lick, shots till we equal I made it out the sand but it's still (?) Pedro I'm (?) [Hook: YG]