NOSTYLIST Lyrics

NOSTYLIST Lyrics

b**ch, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as f**k, I put it on, no help, I did this sh*t
Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as sh*t
She in school, but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this b**ch
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as sh*t

Rock Balenciaga too, b**ch, I'm flyer than a pigeon
Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget
All these niggas lame as f**k, and they hate 'cause they don't get it
Yeah, lil' b**ch, I'm cool as f**k, and it's paper that I'm gettin'

Fly across the globe, b**ch, I'm gettin' shows, yeah, I'm on a money mission
All that old sh*t over, but the old hoes still be tellin' me they miss me
Yeah, I f**k on her, but I can't cuff her, I won't make her Mrs
I don't know that boy, and I can't tell you how he end up missin'
I can't tell you sh*t
Bust down my neck, bust down my wrist
Bust down my b**ch, bust down my b**ch
I'm fresh as hell, b**ch, I'm fly as sh*t
Yeah, this a Hellcat, I'm whippin' this
Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she with the sh*ts
Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grab my stick
Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grabbed my- (Shh)

b**ch, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as f**k, I put it on, no help, I did this sh*t
Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as sh*t
She in school, but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this b**ch
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as sh*t

Tell that b**ch to keep it bool, and I might just let her kick it
Got her wet just like a pool, I'm finna dive right in her kitty
My b**ch rockin' this sh*t too, I buy her that, she buy me this
Told my folks I'm gettin' rich, it ain't no way I'm washin' dishes
All the pretty hoes comin' to my shows, man, this sh*t get crazy
If I f**k that b**ch I gotta wrap it up, don't want no baby
I'm in the SRT, Trackhawk, tryna let my thot drive the Mercedes
Yeah, my side, nigga, don't play with this sh*t, you might just die today
Yeah, don't play, nigga, don't play
Niggas stayin' sane, but I'm really insane
Yeah, nigga stay in your lane, 'cause mine might drive you crazy
Yeah, I just f**ked that b**ch, I didn't know that was your bae
Yeah, I just count this cash, it ain't too much to say
Yeah, I just get too fly, like, what more can I say?
Yeah, she doin' tricks on the dick, that ho Cirque du Soleil
Yeah, I'm in Milan, shawty, eatin' squid and my b**ch servin' face

b**ch, I wake up, no stylist
Fresh as f**k, I put it on, no help, I did this sh*t
Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as sh*t
She in school, but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this b**ch
Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as sh*t

Rock Balenciaga too, b**ch, I'm flyer than a pigeon
Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget
All these niggas lame as f**k, and they hate 'cause they don't get it
Yeah, lil' b**ch, I'm cool as f**k, and it's paper that I'm gettin'