Ginger Trill - Nobody (Interlude) lyrics

[Intro] I don't want nobody f**ing with me, in these streets I don't want nobody f**ing with me, in these streets C'mon I don't want nobody f**ing with me, in these streets I don't want nobody f**ing with me, in these streets C'mon Ain't nobody got time for that (ha ha ha) Ain't nobody got time for that I don't want nobody f**ing with me, in these streets [Verse] Them other n***as ain't as hot as this, you know my style legit I'm pricey with the feature, need them Boity kinda deals Pressure turned me to a polished diamond, you can count on me I'm styling on these counterfeits while tryna count the chips Need my pockets fat about a b**h, I need my wallet thick As Nadia got a squad of riders We ain't bout the politic Look-away-pa**es And it's like we don't know how to miss 99 thousand problems I ain't trippin bout a b**h I ain't sleeping, not a wink Since I got it this is not a trick I'll simplify it It ain't tricking if you got this sh** I'm a urban legend not a myth I'm f**ing proud of it I ain't got a pick a side but they ain't got a side to pick Nobody They ain't got a style to pick And I'm the one who got the sound At any moment Not to flipping n***as Got a lot of lip And don't know how to plot a lick n***as switchin' up their stories Cause I gave the plot a twist Next season catch me in designer kicks Meeting with my lawyer readin' clauses in the finest prints Prospects like a college kid who got a scholarship And my condition? Kinda mint I got the Mayo - condiments f** opinions f** a comment Cause the sauce just gotta drip I f**ed up commas buying sh** That prolly cost about a brick And yeah i'm flossing i'll admit It's for the culture I'll show you Trilly kick the flyest sh** I'm not the one to try with Back and fourth across the country peep the tech-rider b**h Need a cheque as big as Riky's peep the threads and hide ya b**h I remember how my teacher said I won't amount to sh** But i made it off a rhyme and Never had to try and fit Into skinny jeans I know you see the wallet bulge a bit And what's the f**ing budget kinda like the way this Prada fits Up the f**ing budget need to cop my kid a lot of things Wanna send him back to creché in some Balenciaga kicks [Outro] I don't want nobody f**ing with me, in these streets I don't want nobody f**ing with me, in these streets C'mon I don't want nobody f**ing with me, in these streets I don't want nobody f**ing with me, in these streets C'mon Ain't nobody got time for that (ha ha ha) Ain't nobody got time for that I don't want nobody f**ing with me, in these streets