No chill
I got no chill
I got tired caring about how you hoes feel
So real I keep 4 real
She wanna tie me down but I cannot hold still
No chill
I got no chill
I got tired caring about how you hoes feel
So real I keep 4 real
Devil tried to sign me had to tell em no deal
So cold, yo so cold
You already know that I'm from the NAWF pole (Upside)
Walked in, long live Bankroll (RIP)
On my high horse, feel like Django
Loco, out my mental
Good mouth, she must have dental
Owner, I don't do the rental
Cash out when I make that pen move (Cha ching cha ching)
Touchdown I just hit the end zone (Touchdown touchdown)
Now watch me do my dance and let all my friends know
One foot on the gas pull off like I'm Enzo
One hand on that ass I don't wanna let go
Copycats sounding just like my echo
How you gone jock the steez and not cut a check bro
Never mind, niggas hoes, from the get go
Ain't saying shit just noise like Techno
No chill
I got no chill
I got tired caring about how you hoes feel
So real I keep 4 real
She wanna tie me down but I cannot hold still
No chill
I got no chill
I got tired caring about how you hoes feel
So real I keep 4 real
Devil tried to sign me had to tell em no deal
Back back... I ain't got the patience
Why the brokest 1s be the first to say some
Always talking money but they never make none
Staying on they ass like they on vacation
He claiming that he know we got no relation
Phonies and Jabronis what I stay away from
Shouts go to the homies, shouts go to the day1s
Back when money was tight and we had them gay funds
Now the money straight, One80
Now she wanna date, girl you crazy
I mean maybe
Just maybe
If by date you mean cut then like maybe
I got no cares
I got no chill
I drip a lot of sauce
I let the most spill
I fill up the box
Like I'm O'Neal (Shaq)
Put me on the aux
It's a dope pill (Yeah)
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No chill
I got no chill
I got tired caring about how you hoes feel
So real I keep 4 real
She wanna tie me down but I cannot hold still
No chill
I got no chill
I got tired caring about how you hoes feel
So real I keep 4 real
Devil tried to sign me had to tell em no deal
So cold, yo so cold
You already know that I'm from the NAWF pole (Upside)
Walked in, long live Bankroll (RIP)
On my high horse, feel like Django
Loco, out my mental
Good mouth, she must have dental
Owner, I don't do the rental
Cash out when I make that pen move (Cha ching cha ching)
Touchdown I just hit the end zone (Touchdown touchdown)
Now watch me do my dance and let all my friends know
One foot on the gas pull off like I'm Enzo
One hand on that ass I don't wanna let go
Copycats sounding just like my echo
How you gone jock the steez and not cut a check bro
Never mind, niggas hoes, from the get go
Ain't saying shit just noise like Techno
No chill
I got no chill
I got tired caring about how you hoes feel
So real I keep 4 real
She wanna tie me down but I cannot hold still
No chill
I got no chill
I got tired caring about how you hoes feel
So real I keep 4 real
Devil tried to sign me had to tell em no deal
Back back... I ain't got the patience
Why the brokest 1s be the first to say some
Always talking money but they never make none
Staying on they ass like they on vacation
He claiming that he know we got no relation
Phonies and Jabronis what I stay away from
Shouts go to the homies, shouts go to the day1s
Back when money was tight and we had them gay funds
Now the money straight, One80
Now she wanna date, girl you crazy
I mean maybe
Just maybe
If by date you mean cut then like maybe
I got no cares
I got no chill
I drip a lot of sauce
I let the most spill
I fill up the box
Like I'm O'Neal (Shaq)
Put me on the aux
It's a dope pill (Yeah)
I got no chill
I got tired caring about how you hoes feel
So real I keep 4 real
She wanna tie me down but I cannot hold still
No chill
I got no chill
I got tired caring about how you hoes feel
So real I keep 4 real
Devil tried to sign me had to tell em no deal
So cold, yo so cold
You already know that I'm from the NAWF pole (Upside)
Walked in, long live Bankroll (RIP)
On my high horse, feel like Django
Loco, out my mental
Good mouth, she must have dental
Owner, I don't do the rental
Cash out when I make that pen move (Cha ching cha ching)
Touchdown I just hit the end zone (Touchdown touchdown)
Now watch me do my dance and let all my friends know
One foot on the gas pull off like I'm Enzo
One hand on that ass I don't wanna let go
Copycats sounding just like my echo
How you gone jock the steez and not cut a check bro
Never mind, niggas hoes, from the get go
Ain't saying shit just noise like Techno
No chill
I got no chill
I got tired caring about how you hoes feel
So real I keep 4 real
She wanna tie me down but I cannot hold still
No chill
I got no chill
I got tired caring about how you hoes feel
So real I keep 4 real
Devil tried to sign me had to tell em no deal
Back back... I ain't got the patience
Why the brokest 1s be the first to say some
Always talking money but they never make none
Staying on they ass like they on vacation
He claiming that he know we got no relation
Phonies and Jabronis what I stay away from
Shouts go to the homies, shouts go to the day1s
Back when money was tight and we had them gay funds
Now the money straight, One80
Now she wanna date, girl you crazy
I mean maybe
Just maybe
If by date you mean cut then like maybe
I got no cares
I got no chill
I drip a lot of sauce
I let the most spill
I fill up the box
Like I'm O'Neal (Shaq)
Put me on the aux
It's a dope pill (Yeah)
Writer: Peter Adediran
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid