French Montana - No Sunshine lyrics

Man, I remember growing up Well, you know, living my last 5 dollars I see nobody there Now I hope these f** n***as get better Start my tino nella You n***as gonna need him Counting all the cash, my n***as all in here You ain't gotta ask We been balling all year Uh cause ain't no sunshine when your cheese gone When your cheese gone Money be the root of evil Hanging on the block with dirty eagle Around fiends with dirty needles The lawyers fee so they never keep you Broken dreams what the n***as feed you Watch the game from the tour, that's 4 seats Act like they never knew you, now they all speak Rain wrist, watch and chain, that's a 4 piece Seen murder so bad they needed 4 sheets Satisfaction when I made his head spin A 57 spun, it made him do the back spin My pipe smoke more than the crack heads Biv him up to God he then high as permanent Ain't no sunshine when the money gone Me and my wrist shinin, about 20 homes Had 40 homies, about 20 gone n***as buying cars, taking out 20 loans Hung around some millionaires and made a couple large Figured I'd stay around longer and make a couple M's Drunk hissy n***as, hold me while I stumble of You n***as hatin so hard I need 20 tips Yea, bird n***as just food for my Desert Eagle Eat til it's all gone, there's no running to the people Nightmares, cold sweats, I'm trippin My worst fear is being broke like you, it's forbidden It's forbidden, I be in the cold stuntin Pole spendin with the hustle, made a pole lift The reason why you held measure In the crib with no clothes cause the n***a crib for poes listed 40 long nose, Scott Pippen Start fishin, where the blue seats? Top missin Count money, breakin down, we're the same motion Shark in the tank, a small fish in the ocean Collect calls from the pimps, talking through receivers Now a n***a done blew up like Hiroshima Why body blowin, Cali rollin through Medina Bout a hundred racks soakin in the joint cleaner Try your hardest not to snitch but your b**h subpoenaed 3 quarter chinchilla for the winter season Collect calls from the pimps talking through the gla** Cause I ran up in yo crib talkin through a ma** Ferrari dirt bikes on the turn pipe Dirty New York n***as get that dough like The f** else is they to do? f** a dumb b**h and getting dumb rich making fowl moves Keep my pits clean so I never get kept With parole, kiss me, it's too much to miss Out here in the fast lane You must be sh**tin me I wait til champagne Now I hope these f** n***as get better Start my tino nella You n***as gonna need him Counting all the cash, my n***as all in here You ain't gotta ask n***as been balling all year Ain't no sunshine when she's gone When she's gone gone Aye You know you know who you real n***as is when you're down to your last 5 dollars and you get that 4 dollar nickel bag and a dozen It's some nasty sh** On the flip side of the coin You know what What a real n***a is When he did some real money And that's how you show me how you really flip Ya know what I mean? Back at the end of the day Lot of these n***as wasn't ballin before they started rappin And a lot of n***as started rappin after they was ballin Coke boys baby From the back blocks for real