NO LOVE

If you a real G, stack your moolah. If you not like we, suck your mama.

Big Banks come through in the Lexus. Niggas wanna check this.

Bossy and reckless. Diamonds in my necklace. All this VVS, it's still infested.

If he fuck with Banks, then you know that he invested. Uh, shit's sweet.

They be talking tough in tweets. Then they see me in the street and remember I'm six feet.

If you got a dick, how you win women's beef?

Sassier than niggas that's wearing them Van Cleefs. Who's hotter? D and G copper. Taste that cream, topper.

Woke cocky blocker. Sticky for them things in the boot, the keys to the coupe.

Me and the gang going clear like Absolut.

Where I'm from, they don't talk, they just shoot. Friends will nick you if you're even in cahoots.

Five percent tints and some door knocker hoops. I want all the fruits of my labor, give me the loot.

They don't get no love, love.

Can't get no love, no love, no love. No love, no love, no love.

Uh, what type of villain in the streets breaking hearts? That's me.

What type of bitch let a nigga hit for free? Not me. Still the baddest, yeah, this kitty make 'em weep.

Baby charge it to the game, ain't nothing cheap. Only want the sex if it come with a

Rolex or some big, big checks. That will get my shit wet.

Way I put it down, had a nigga perplexed. He said it's hot and juicy, licked it off his index.

When he think he's bagged it, that shit make my blood boil.

He tryna trap me, but he don't know I'm on a call. Got these bitches salty, flavors giving Cajun.

Bad twenty-four seven, you on it on the occasion.

Watching me like movies, but I don't entertain 'em. Had all of that talk online, what you saying? Might catch me in

Yard with a big suppy baking.

Who'd have thought I'm taken with all this money I'm making? Off the radar and the vibes is off the chart.

They got nuff tart, mi aguh tun yuh bloodclaat. Them bitches badmind, but they ain't got no heart. Bare badness,

I've been this way from the start.

They don't get no love, love. Can't get no love, no love, no love.

No love, no love, no love. Uh, what type of villain in the streets breaking hearts? That's me.

What type of bitch let a nigga hit for free? Not me.

Still the baddest, yeah, this kitty make 'em weep. Baby charge it to the game, ain't nothing cheap.

Yeah, you know we're my soldier. Slide through in a Rover.

Yeah, you know we got that motion. I'm with Banks in the function.

So you know money ain't a problem. If you a real G, stack your moolah.

If you not like we, suck your mama. If you a real G, stack your moolah.

If you not like we, suck your -mama.

-I'm still struggling trying to make a -living. -After thirty years in this business?

I've been in this, uh, business and making films now over two decades, and still, you know, with two nomination, Oscar nominations, many big blockbuster films, and yet I have, uh, I'm still struggling financially to, uh, to, to make a living. Uh,

I'm definitely underpaid.