No Stress (feat. Geovonniex)

Bitch I’m sad but Ain’t no more time for no stress Chanel be the bag and her dress If she fuck up then we jet Lil bitch she mad she upset But she gotta understand I came for the check Richard Millie been a part of the part flex But I want them diamonds that caress the pattek So sad, but ain’t no time for no stress I did this shit to forget, dug myself up out the pit Now I could spend a lil bit, gotta thank God for my wins None of y’all niggas a friend I rather kick it with fans Checking my stance too much bands Can’t even hold up my pants I don’t got no Hermès Flip on your bitch at the mall she land on her back like vans Yeah all of my niggas on call you don’t really know my mans I’m in charge I made this shit from the clay Wwake up finesse every day Paid attention to my stats in the race Collecting the chips off face Traded in and got a lot for the wraith Counting money tryna stay out the way Cut them niggas who was all in my face Even though I need them cause they pay off the hate Can I be stopped gettin’ paid off these thoughts Picture my loft upstairs with a view I bought Fuck these opps hide it out in my sock ain’t caught Wrist on flood Blueface on that ass no mops I'm walking in with my toolie This a K don’t got time for no Uzi Never stressin’ I’m keeping it smoothie Subtle flex I want her off the two-piece Understand my life wild ain’t no snoozin’ Pull up on her Lil boat but we cruising Use to winning we laugh at the losing I max out on my clip like a movie Bitch I’m sad but Ain’t no more time for no stress Chanel be the bag and her dress If she fuck up then we jet Lil bitch she mad she upset But she gotta understand I came for the check Richard Millie been a part of the part flex But I want them diamonds that caress the pattek So sad, but ain’t no time for no stress I did this shit to forget, dug myself up out the pit Now I could spend a lil bit, gotta thank God for my wins None of y’all niggas a friend I rather kick it with fans I don’t wanna kick it all these niggas too iffy Shits too risky that’s just none of my business Yeah, sip that whiskey I’m on brown like Whitney I know you with it no need to be timid yeah Sidestroke then I turn her like Timmy Side note she’s like Monica Lewinsky It’s a full moon but your cups a little empty Little skinny Minnie in Givenchy balenci Why you got that long face, we got long cake Spend three thousand just like Andre on some laundry I just left Givenchy you in tarjay Couldn’t go out sad even on a bad day Bitch I’m sad but Ain’t no more time for no stress Chanel be the bag and her dress If she fuck up then we jet Lil bitch she mad she upset But she gotta understand I came for the check Richard Millie been a part of the part flex But I want them diamonds that caress the pattek So sad, but ain’t no time for no stress I did this shit to forget, dug myself up out the pit Now I could spend a lil bit, gotta thank God for my wins None of y’all niggas a friend I rather kick it with fans