No Stress Lyrics

Hold on hold on

Prrr rahh

Yung A on the bitch

Hold on hold on hold on

Hold on hold on hold on

Hold on hold on

Yeah eh yeah yeah

I just paid it up and i don't know the price

Tom ford colon just to smell nice

Put all my best just for me to be impressed

Em to blessed i don't think i want to stress

Hold on hold on i don't wanna to stress

Em too bless too bless for me to stress

Hold on hold on i don't wanna to stress

Em way to bless i don't think i want to stress

Em to tight u can not break my defense

Em to high seated up with jesus christ

This niggaz whores and they come in different size

They all fake real niggaz is now scarce

I don't wanna to stress hold on hold on hold on em way to bless

I don't wanna to stress hold on hold on hold

em way to bless

I ride around the town ride arround the town

Looking for a new club to shut it down

I smoke a blunt pop a pill just to calm my nerves

Do what i like em a self made man

Yeah yeah

Mix the rosè with the codine that a new drink

Money money makes the bitches do almost everything

My eyes low like chinese

My smoke is synthetic

My pocket is a fatty

My chick dick sucking addict

My colon straight from paris

I made it out the darkest valley

One thing u should never do is to try me

Don't don't don't

One thing u should never do is to try me

I make money really fast in the club em throwing cash

Fuck her cause she gat class

If u hating on me come kiss my ass yeah

We met today but em smashing her ass out

Em just twenty but u know em fucking Geed up

This niggaz broke they gat no money piled up

I turned a fifty into a large lum sum

Em rich forever put that on my mama grave

I make it rain in the club they know the boss is here

I gat money there and here and i dnt wanna share

I play games but in the game i dnt really play

yung A on the bitch!!!