No Money No Honey
S.T.R. Lyrics

Gave you my heart
But you gave it back
I gave it to money it's not coming back
Don't have no time for the snakes and the rats
If I say I love you
Then say it right back
She like the way that I hit it like that
Don't value this money I value the laughs
Hate being alone
I think bout the past
Run from my feelings
I'm doing the dash
Choppa in the back
Hit a nigga with a Mac
Chokin on his blood
Like I hit em with a lasso
Break a bitch back
Then I hit her with the back stroke
I nutted then I dipped
She ain't cummin ima asshole
Nigga wanna be a rapper
Give his ass a face tat
Heard he talkin slick
Put some bullets where his face at
I'm ain't from Toronto but I know where all da drakes at
Money on his head
Lemme know I'm tryna take that
And cop it
I leave a bitch leakin like a faucet
You can take that 2 ways
Ain't left the crib in 2 days
Too busy counting money in the wallet
I scalp em like a toupee
These niggas really two faced
And plotting
In her mouth like tooth paste
All bills blue
A nigga bout to boom
Bin laden
Runnin up these racks bitch
I'm feeling like a athlete
Rob the plug and run off nigga you gon have to catch me
Shoot a nigga with my right he thought I was a lefty
Fuckin on a thot and my girlfriend is her bestie
Clutchin on my hip because my clip is what protect me
Bitch I go gorilla
Cold blooded killa
All black forces Nike hat and a swisha
The body bag is zipped up
The nigga tried to diss us
And by us I mean the gang err body else a victim
My uzi getting married so I let that shit kiss em
Yeah I up the pole and I let that bih spray
Niggas don't want beef
Better go to chick-fil-a
That nigga is a chicken
Tried to warn his ahh but a nigga never listened
Put his face up on a shirt cuz now the nigga missing
Ima buy the shirt and act like ion know who did it
Gave you my heart
But you gave it back
I gave it to money it's not coming back
Don't have no time for the snakes and the rats
If I say I love you
Then say it right back
She like the way that I hit it like that
Don't value this money
I value the laughs
Hate being alone
I think bout the past
Run from my feelings
I'm doing the dash
We shoot oppositions
Trapped him in the dungeon
You dissin on roww
Then you boys really buggin
I got yo bitch
And you know that we fuckin
Sike bitch I lied
Got the neck then I dumped her
Niggas act scary
(They shooting from 9)
Bitch hit my phone
(But I hit decline)
She gave me her brain
She gave me her mind
Then my nigga ray hit her straight from behind
When my niggas come
They pullin on triggers
Fuck all those niggas they all sound like bitches
All these fake niggas don't know what the deal is
Niggas get mad cause they bitch in my mentions
I stack my money
Its big like a mansion
They keep on hating
I really cant stand it
Finessing these niggas like I am a bandit
One private jet and you know im gon land it
Shout out to syion yeah bro is a baller
Shout out to ray yeah that boy is a bawler
Shout out to jay cause that nigga my brother
Shout out to quan yeah that boy is a stunner
Honesty I just be craving them hunids
Honesty I just been getting that money
Honesty I see the stars in the morning
Honesty I got yo bitch and she horny
Im with my niggas
And we make you scared
We is not blurry
We coming real clear
If you talking shit then just talk it right
If you talking shit then just talk it right here
If you talking shit then just talk it right here
If you talking shit then just talk it right here
Bitch laid on me cause she thought I was comfy
I told that bitch that I don't do no cuffin
I'm tired of niggas that always be stuntin
I promise nigga we know that you bluffin
You flexin ya money but that don't mean nothin
I got some shootas
They runnin and gunnin
Ya girl was a turkey I gave her the stuffin
Bitch carry toys
No Docmcstuffings
Don't run up on me
I will get to bussin
This is not school but here is ya lesson
Fuck with Roww niggas
You end up in heaven
Don't fuck with Ben 10
Like I'm that nigga Kevin
Speaking of Kevin I got Mac 11s
All of my bitches on 10 never 7
All of my niggas you know they be steppin
Soon as we walk in they clutching they weapons
I got my fye so I know not they checkin
The fact I'm still here that shit is a Blessin
R.I.P. to my niggas I hope that god bless em
He talking too much
My boys go n check em
My brother Daveed
He might go and wreck em
That nigga Emcee
He might go and stress em
Then you got me
I might even deck em
He better not run
My boys gonna catch em
When my boys catch em
They might even stretch em
Better be glad that we didn't tec em
He better be glad that we didn't tec em
He better be glad that we didn't tec em
Fuck that lil nigga
I bet we gon bless him
Gave you my heart
But you gave it back
I gave it to money it's not coming back
Don't have no time for the snakes and the rats
If I say I love you
Then say it right back
She like the way that I hit it like that
Don't value this money
I value the laughs
Hate being alone
I think bout the past




Run from my feelings
I'm doing the dash