Zaytoven - No Mo lyrics

It’s the weekend. So man, f** your problems, man, I don’t give a f** about your motherf**in’ problems, brah. You know what I’m sayin’? You need to stop chasin’ these hoes, my n***a. You know what I’m sayin’? b**h is takin’ all your motherf**in’ check, n***a, you know what I’m sayin’? Like n***a you broke than a motherf**a ’cause you spend it all on these dirty a** hoes. Find you a real woman, my n***a. Yeah Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo) I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo) Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo) I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo) Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo) She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor Mister Officer, Mister Officer Please take the hand cuffs off of her Why you stalkin’ her? Why you stalkin’ her? Hackin’ phones tryin’ to find out who she talkin’ to You was callin’ her, you was callin’ her Last night she ain’t answer, I was all in her all in her We was all in her, we was all in her Made her bust that p**y careful, all my dawgs in here It was me, Juicy J, and all my wolves from ’round the way I spend 20, I spend 30, I blow 50 in a day That ain’t nothin’ to a boss, I spend 300 on a Wraith I can’t save no mo’ hoes, ain’t no room in my safe (nooo) Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo) I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo) Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo) I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo) Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo) She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor All these n***as cuffin’ and these b**h really nothin’ I can’t fall in love, hey b**h, that sh** ain’t up for discussion Treat you like a freak because I know your a** be bussin’ He toss a couple dollars, you gonna let that n***a touch it You used to n***as trickin’ but tonight we f**in’ I can’t take you home to momma, I can’t take you out in public I don’ spent so much on you I gotta put you in my budget Shake that a**, make that money, who am I to judge it? These hoes belong to everybody, everybody k** that b**h, that’s a dead body, dead body These hoes, they be backstage, sellin’ p**y These hoes be on Backpage, sellin’ p**y Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo) I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo) Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ Smoke a blunt, bust a nut then its back to the dough Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo) I can’t fall in love with these hoes (nooo) Ain’t nobody cuffin’ no mo’ (nooo) She gon’ bust it open, I’ma throw this cake on the floor Hey