Paroles de la chanson No Huddle par Jay Critch

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Paroles de la chanson No Huddle par Jay Critch

Mo-Mo-Mo-Money
Hey

I thought I told him: "Nigga, speak up" (Speak up)
She the type of bitch who really have it, she don't speak much (She don't speak)
Me and her be talkin' 'bout the bag and we get geeked up (Hey)
They keep on talkin' bout that shit they doin', I ain't seein' none (I ain't seein')
No, I ain't seein' none, I guess they lowkey or some (Oh, they lowkey)
Broke hoe keep askin' for a slice, this shit ain't Pizza Hut (Shit ain't Pizza Hut)
I'm like "no," I need all that money, swear I'm too attached (I'm like "no")

And when you get that bag, make sure you know what to do with that (You know what to do)

They be name droppin' shit, and I'm like: "Who is that?" (I'm like "who?")
We got baddies all through the spot, it look like booby trap (Baddie)
Huh, he be fallin' for the booby traps (Stupid)
They lined 'em up, then they took his chain, ain't get his jewelry back, damn
Stay on point, I hope you move attack
I took a flight, no luggage, I touched down and spent a few at Saks (Hood fave)
I'm ballin' out, no huddle, goin' lateral, bro, run it back (Run it back)
Get some money and you know what come with that (Come with that)
Every twenty racks get some new straps (Boh, boh)

Take a loss and a made a hundred back (Hundred)
Hood fave 'cause I keep a hundred (I keep it a hundred)
She a baddie, you know how I'm comin' (Yeah)
She a baddie, I don't need no hundred (Baddie)
She a baddie, I'm all in her stomach (Hey)
She take , don't do no runnin' (Don't do no runnin')
Ain't even drank, I'm sippin' Durchies (Sippin' Durchies)
Ain't even take no pic wit' these hundreds (Pic wit' these hundreds)
Ain't even take a pic in this fit (Pic wit' this fit)
Fuck it, they already know I be stuntin' (You know I be stuntin')
I got a baddie like Play Boy Bunny (Play Boy Bunny)

It's one thing to do, just make more money, huh (Ey, make more money)
It's one thing to do, just make more money (Make more money)
It's one thing to do, just make more money (Just make more money)

I thought I told him: "Nigga, speak up" (Speak up)
She the type of bitch who really have it, she don't speak much (She don't speak)
Me and her be talkin' 'bout the bag and we get geeked up (Hey)
They keep on talkin' bout that shit they doin', I ain't seein' none
No, I ain't seein' none, I guess they lowkey or some
Broke hoe keep askin' for a slice, this shit ain't Pizza Hut

I'm like "no," I need all that money, swear I'm too attached
And when you get that bag, make sure you know what to do with that (You know what to do)

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