No More

No More - Birdman/Lil Wayne (李爾·韋恩)

Yeah hustla

I got the brown bag

Full of money

I got the work goin' to

Florida and I swore that

I will never hustle no more

But I will never

Say that no more

I got my mind

Right nah

I got the brown bag

Full of money

I got the work goin' to

Florida and I swore that

I will never hustle no more

But I will never say that no more

I got my mind

Right money right

The pots hot as

The rock expands

It's the paper chasin' man

On the clock like hands

Grindin' like teeth

Get money like heat

Cliff Hukstable keep it

Comin' like Keith

Gotta make last forever

For worse or for better

Gotta make it past the devil

So guns I got several

And everybody plays

The fool says Aaron Nevelle

But I just play to win holler

Back like heavy metal

Smellin' like pedals

From a rose so they

My breads buildin' bagels and legos

When I rose they froze

Trust me for the pesos

I'm an A hole AK holes

Think face blow and understand

I'm talkin' money

By the case loads

Gun off safety

I'm in safe mode

I will hold court

Until the case closed

Brown bag

I got the brown bag

Full of money

I got the work goin' to Florida

And I swore that

I will never hustle no more

But I will never

Say that no more

I got my mind right nah

I got the brown bag

Full of money

I got the work goin' to Florida

And I swore that

I will never hustle no more

But I will never say that no more

I got my mind

Right money right

Young new investment

Ain't no turnin' me back

Had the rubber band stacks

In the button king sack

And I ain't never goin' back

Sike I love the life

Standin' under the street lights

Tryin' to get off that white

At a reasonable price nah

I ain't tryin' to bargain wit you

You hatin' well

I guess they gonna

Be starvin' wit you

I got 2 jobs

I sell and I cop

Like father like son well

I was adopted

I told the Birdman

Stunna give me a chance

And I don't even wanna

Tell you what I did

With my advance

'Cause I'm only a man

I had to feed my fam'

Takin' that hood and

Copped about 24 grams

Man I guess it is what it is

It was what it was

Before the rap game

I was sellin' drugs

Either way I'm six figures

Before my first record

I'll stunt y'all

Don't respect

My my work habits

I'm a hustla

I got the brown bag

Full of money

I got the work goin' to Florida

And I swore that

I will never hustle no more

But I will never say that no more

I got my mind right nah

I got the brown bag

Full of money

I got the work goin' to Florida

And I swore that

I will never hustle no more

But I will never

Say that no more

I got my mind

Right money right

From an eight to a quarter

From a half to a brick

From an 0 to the ozies

That how I'm hood rich

And murder was the case

Got me emptyin' lot of clips

Stunna hollerin' Birdman

right back in this

Third world throw the you up

I'm rollin' in the whip

With this money on my mind

Gotta hustla and to lift

Them high rise dealin'

Me and youngin' on some

Breaking bread choppin'

Millions 'cause a ain't

Told as a youngin' how

To roll with the chopper

If money on your block for

The money I'ma pop ya

wanna hate but they

Money wouldn't stop us

From ridin' fly whips

Now they out jockin'

We stunnin' while ya hating **

Stunna is what made you **

I hear you poppin'

But the Birdman raised you

Birdman got an army

Birdman got a navy

And Cash Money can't save ya

I got the brown bag

Full of money

I got the work goin' to Florida

And I swore that

I will never hustle no more

But I will never

Say that no more

I got my mind

Right nah

I got the brown

Bag full of money

I got the work goin' to Florida

And I swore that

I will never hustle no more but

I will never say that no more

I got my mind

Right money right