Flash Beats - Say No More lyrics

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Flash Beats - Say No More lyrics

HOOK- Talking bout letting go, you know That i have Heard it all before so Please don't say no more Cause nothing was the same no Uh, Real talent, Million dollar talent Kind of talent make a n***a say “i think he shouldn't have it” I have it and i haven't Been complacent,That's a habit That ain't ever really stuck n***a i ain't give a f** And all my b**hes ditched they n***as, sending me naked pictures I figure 40 van got the lovin' i never give'em And i Never mind the whispers, n***as is all beginners God, these bench players talkin' like starters i hate these n***as ahh Countin' money while money is contemplated Yeah, Got me feelin' like i made it They love me when i'm faded, D'usse to celebrate it I'm the realest n***a out, yeah there's no debating Know your place lil n***as you want nothin with me Young and worth a couple million f** a college degree Wanna step into the ring turn da kid to debris And i'll forever take the lead, like the sh** was for free n***a HOOK- Nothing was the same, you could Take it all, Mind Body & Soul Ambition turned a n***a so cold And I won't be satisfied till all of my n***as rich Can't stop till all of my n***as rich Won't stop till all of my n***as get it I don't sweat it , it's a matter of time now any second I should get a call from HOV or Weezy & Mack maine I ain't trynna jack drizzy but nothing will be the same See they undermind a n***a wit talent, are they insane? I'm like that 911, who's in my lane? See them n***as move aside for a real n***a And b**hes pull'em to the side for a real n***a 23 and pulling numbers how you feel n***a? Could have your Girl pop that p**y like a pill n***a Maybe she won't, then again maybe she will n***a It all depends on how a mothaf**uh feel n***a HOOK- Uh, Money over you Money over everything till Money's overdue Money was the motive now the money over grew Money Till my last breath So the money's over too Root of evil f** around and let the devil in Yeah, let the devil in Root of evil f** around and let the devil in Yeah, let the devil in Puttin on for my city Money clean sh**'s about to get filthy All this got a n***a palm itchin And if you ain't talkin money i need you to quit the b**hing cause If i don't do nothing i'ma ball I'm counting all day like a clock on a wall December 31st they just waitin on a fall Yeah n***a i am an artist, you don't wanna see me draw, Real n***a wa**up HOOK-