NOSTYLIST

Bitch, I wake up, no stylist
 Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit
 Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit
 She in school but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch
 Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit
 Rock Balenciaga too, bitch, I'm flyer than a pigeon
 Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget
 All these niggas lame as fuck, and they hate 'cause they don't get it
 Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm cool as fuck, and it's paper that I'm gettin'
 Fly across the globe, bitch, I'm gettin' shows, yeah, I'm on a money mission
 All that old shit over, but the old hoes still be tellin' mе they miss me
 Yeah, I fuck on hеr 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 shit
 Bust down my neck, bust down my wrist
 Bust down my bitch, bust down my bitch
 I'm fresh as hell, bitch, I'm fly as shit
 Yeah, this a Hellcat, I'm whippin' this
 Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she with the shits
 Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grab my stick
 Shawty like, "Hell yeah," she grabbed my shh
 Bitch, I wake up, no stylist
 Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit
 Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit
 She in school but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch
 Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit
 Tell that bitch 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 bitch rockin' this shit 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 shit get crazy
 If I fuck that bitch, I gotta wrap it up, don't want no baby
 I'm in the SRT, Trackhawk, tryna let my thot drive the Mercedes
 Yeah, on my side, nigga, don't play with this shit, you might just die today
 Yeah, don't play, nigga, don't play
 Niggas say they insane, but I'm really insane
 Yeah, nigga, stay in your lane 'cause mine might drive you crazy
 Yeah, I just fucked that bitch, 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 bitch servin' face
 Bitch, I wake up, no stylist
 Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit
 Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit
 She in school but it's cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch
 Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit
 Rock Balenciaga too, bitch, I'm flyer than a pigeon
 Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget
 All these niggas lame as fuck, and they hate 'cause they don't get it
 Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm cool as fuck, and it's paper that I'm gettin'