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NO Features Video (MV)




Performed By: Chewy "EL Dinero"
Length: 2:06
Written by: Carl Francois




Chewy "EL Dinero" - NO Features Lyrics




I'm drapped in designer
Keep a dirty cup
Roll another blunt
Eat these rappers up for lunch
Do what I want
F&N got a drum
Don't call me more than once
I'm busy I ain't picking up
Don't gotta ask if its bout cash i'ma come pick up the bag
Don't gotta ask if it's bout cash i'ma come pick up the bag
Don't gotta ask if its bout cash i'ma come pick up the bag
Don't gotta ask if it's bout cash i'ma

I'ma come pick up that bag know I need it
I f*ck her till she feel paraplegic
These bitches they say I'm conceited
But she know I'll never mislead her
She got that good head like a teacher
She want that good game I'ma teach her
She told me don't tease her
I'ma turn her to a diva
You know this robot came with features
Pour fours in my liters
Sorry I'm not doing features
I hit the cup blunt burning
I would never stop earning
Pouring drank while I'm turning
To be a boss you gotta earn it
Right now I'm not with the extra shit
Go get you a bitch what you better get
You gotta move like the President
When I walk in the room know my presence felt
UnWrap a bail like its Christmas time
When it come to the money I'm getting mine
Finesse you swear you won't get back a dime
Back to back foreigns we backing out
Out the hotel what we trappin out
Little nigga live what you rap about
I hit it so good got her tapping out
I'm on its never a drought
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I'm drapped in designer
Keep a dirty cup
Roll another blunt
Eat these rappers up for lunch
Do what I want
F&N got a drum
Don't call me more than once
I'm busy I ain't picking up
Don't gotta ask if its bout cash i'ma come pick up the bag
Don't gotta ask if it's bout cash i'ma come pick up the bag
Don't gotta ask if its bout cash i'ma come pick up the bag
Don't gotta ask if it's bout cash i'ma

I'ma come pick up that bag know I need it
I f*ck her till she feel paraplegic
These bitches they say I'm conceited
But she know I'll never mislead her
She got that good head like a teacher
She want that good game I'ma teach her
She told me don't tease her
I'ma turn her to a diva
You know this robot came with features
Pour fours in my liters
Sorry I'm not doing features
I hit the cup blunt burning
I would never stop earning
Pouring drank while I'm turning
To be a boss you gotta earn it
Right now I'm not with the extra shit
Go get you a bitch what you better get
You gotta move like the President
When I walk in the room know my presence felt
UnWrap a bail like its Christmas time
When it come to the money I'm getting mine
Finesse you swear you won't get back a dime
Back to back foreigns we backing out
Out the hotel what we trappin out
Little nigga live what you rap about
I hit it so good got her tapping out
I'm on its never a drought
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Writer: Carl Francois
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