OnCue - No Way lyrics

rate me

I know I didn’t

But I think I planned it

So I hope I be playing this

Yeah I’mma make a chance

And I get a hologram and her sister called Janie

I’m an honest man

I’m a public fan

It’s all about the low

When I had friends who fell out poof

Money on my head when I nearly have no roof

Girls think I’m cute from my head to my boots

And Lord they know my tooth

Cause what I do , ain’t the poof, I’s the fucking truth

Reincarnation on the poof

I don’t drink goof

I like bourbon

I like me swerving

This much vision is more like a burden

Standing in the basement with the pantyhose over the clothes hanger

Why you so surprised huh?

Now I need homies on my rider

Shit I move to the city

But my day 1 is with me

I play with these flows

It will be the shit I be spitting

And these women got a hard time thinking

No we’ve been doin’ some shit

No we’ve been doin’ some shit

Let me talk my shit

Let me talk my shit

You ain’t got to sell your crib, momma, momma

You ain’t got to sell your crib

You ain’t got to sell it, no, no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it motherfucker

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it motherfucker

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no way

Honestly I don’ know

I can’t really tell

Then just fuck and run it

Oh you thought I was afraid

Oh you thought I was bluffing

You ain’t sayin’ Jack

What you think this is motherfucker?

Can’t look back

And you said this life ain’t picking me motherfucker

Plotting on the masterpiece

Back when they used to laugh with me

Now better send the hoes to the master suit

Same white kid

Name too big

Now you singing a different song?

Pants too tight

So these hoes wanna get it on

Cause the homies hold me down

Let the shit I’ll figure it out

No we’ve been doin’ some shit

No we’ve been doin’ some shit

Let me talk my shit

Let me talk my shit

You ain’t got to sell your crib, momma, momma

You ain’t got to sell your crib

You ain’t got to sell it, no, no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it motherfucker

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it motherfucker

I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I get it no way