No Luv (feat. Big Scarr, Key Glock) - Enchanting & Gucci Mane

(CLDHRT) (Let the BandPlay) Ayy Shawty, what's up? (Shawty, what's up? What's up?) Have you ever fell in love Baby girl, have you ever had a thug? (Ever had a thug, thug) Have you ever had a thug? Baby girl, I know you tired of them scrubs (I know you tired of them scrubs, yeah) Have you ever fell in love with a thug? Let me show you what's up, yeah (what's up) Let me show you what's up (what's up, what's up) Have you ever fell in love with a thug, huh? (Huh?) Have you ever fell in love with a thug Baby girl, what's up, huh? (Huh?) Have you evеr fell in love with a thug Baby girl, what's up, huh? Yeah, lеt me show you somethin' Baby girl, come fuck with a thug, yeah, I could show you somethin' Have you ever fell in love with a thug, huh? Have you ever had to hold his pipe? Have you ever had to roll his wood, yeah? (Huh?) Have you ever did shit you ain't even did in your life 'cause you was in love? (Yeah) This shit come with lovin' a thug, yeah She fell in love with a thug, yeah And I ain't got nothin' but love for you, baby, yeah Love when you fuck me crazy, ain't no jaded bitch, ain't nothing 'bout her lazy, uh All my ex hoes they hate me They be like, "Damn, I wish I had his baby", uh, yeah I be makin' movies, HD Bangin' on this pussy, turn it purple like Grape Street Yeah, I be makin' movies, HD Play with the pussy, can't let a bitch play me, yeah She like, "Oh, lil' boy this boy ain't my gun" Lil' shiesty saddity bitch, I fuck her raw (I fuck her raw, raw) Lil' nasty pretty bitch, Glock on her tongue, yeah But she tried to play innocent but I knew what's up Shawty, what's up? (Shawty, what's up? What's up?) Have you ever fell in love Baby girl, have you ever had a thug? (Ever had a thug, thug) Have you ever had a thug? Baby girl, I know you tired of them scrubs (I know you tired of them scrubs, yeah) Have you ever fell in love with a thug? Let me show you what's up, yeah (what's up) Let me show you what's up (what's up, what's up) Have you ever fell in love with a thug, huh? (Huh?) Have you ever fell in love with a thug Baby girl, what's up, huh? (Huh?) Have you evеr fell in love with a thug Baby girl, what's up, huh? Yeah, lеt me show you somethin' Baby girl, come fuck with a thug, yeah, I could show you somethin' Have you ever fell in love with a thug, huh? Love when you fuck me crazy Ain't no jaded bitch, ain't nothing 'bout her lazy, uh (Glizzock) All my ex hoes, they hate me They be like, "Damn, I wish I had his baby", uh, yeah I be makin' movies, HD Bangin' on this pussy, turn it purple like Grape Street Yeah, I be makin' movies, HD Play with the pussy, can't let a bitch play me, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Supah Mario) (That boy Cassius) Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Hey (hey, that boy Cassius) That stiff dawg shit, nigga, uh Skinny-ass nigga in some big Balenciagas My girl was mad at him so I took the bitch shoppin' Drankin' champagne, spend the racks all in Prada Everybody know that he a big shit popper Smokin' Ice Cream, rollin' on some Peach Cobbler Hitters on the payroll and a couple doctors Why the fuck you think I pour up all of this Wockhardt? Hit the alarm on the 'Rari and it go (brrt, brrt) Park the 'Rari, jump in the Challenger (skrrt, skrrt) Feds watchin' me so I scramble 'em (shake 'em up) Had your bitch at the room, but I had to put out She too freaky, nah, I couldn't handle her (damn) My young niggas walk around with chandeliers (damn) Yeah, chandelier the shit Khaled talkin' 'bout (damn) Dolph hit the club, then the bitches comin' out (damn) I heard the 'opps in the club, nigga, point 'em out (bitch) Nigga, stop all that hidin' and runnin' 'round (rrah) I make your broke-ass brother gun you down (rrah) Damn, you too thick, girl, turn around (rrah) Lemme smack it one time and see how it sound Millionaire but I make my boy lay you down They don't give a fuck, they don't play around Somebody text me, so I look down My bitch waitin' on me in a Gabbana gown Yeah, bitch, I still wear Gucci I'm chillin' with the groupie, beatin' up her coochie (beat it up) Uh, Glizock, my life a movie (Glizock) Guess who shoot it? Your bitch, I do's it (I do) Uh, ballin' real hard, no recruiting, yuh (on God) Paper Route winnin', never losin', uh (gang) Before I drop the top, I been ruthless, yuh Give it to 'em raw like sushi, uh (aw) Uh (yuh), yuh (yuh), still goin' dumb (dumb), uh Mr. Glock, the baguette don, yeah (baguette) Exotic smoke in my lungs, ooh (yeah, yeah) I really came out of them slums (baow) I'm finna buy me a house with a pond (yeah, yeah) Yeah, and I put this shit on my moms, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) I think I was born with a gun (yeah, yeah) I'm a son of a gun, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, you know where I'm from, yeah (bitch, uh) South Memphis, filled up with villains and gremlins Lil' niggas with extensions on guns (.30s), yeah Don't play with the kid, you know how I get (you know it) I get that shit done (done), uh Maybach on my wrist, this young nigga lit (lit) And a Porsche on my guns (woo), duh (duh) Shit don't make no sense (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) This shit don't make no sense (no sense) This shit don't make no sense (no sense) Shit don't make no sense (make no sense) Shit don't make no sense (no sense) Yuh

(Are you worth it?) Yeah (Are you worth it?) Mr. Glock (Are you worth it?) Ahem (Are you worth it?) Yeah, camo AP, I'm a soldier (uh) I got old money I ain't spend yet, this shit moldy (uh, uh, uh, uh) Yeah, I have my way around this bitch, I'm havin' motion (uh, uh, uh, uh) Who the fuck you put up in this blunt? This nigga smokin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Blue diamond chain on me, this bitch match the ocean (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 30 in my size, .30 jeans with no holster (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Eyes on the prize, yep, I'm tryna stay focused (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm livin' like a king, bitch, I'm not your local joker (uh-uh) All about my bread, hell yeah, I keep that toaster (fah) I be sippin' red and my lil' bitch sip mimosa (yeah) I hop up out the bed, say a prayer and count my dough up (dough) Then hop up in my Lamborghini truck with the doors up (skrrt, skrrt) Everybody know I'm EBK, I don't give no fucks (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Wagyu steaks up on my plate I came a long way up from cold cuts (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Niggas talkin' this and that, and they don't even know us (what?) And niggas out here clout chasin' for a name, broke as fuck (the fuck?) If you came from nothin' put your Rollie on and hold it up Paper Route hockey team, don't know nobody cold as us (what?) Cutthroat be the gang, that's what I bang, nobody hoein' us (uh-uh) Real stand-up nigga, don't see myself foldin' up (uh-uh) We turned dirt into diamonds, and I'm tryna turn these boys to dust (bah) Fuck this money and these cars and clothes, this shit don't mean that much (uh-uh) Yep, I made a couple million plus, still twist my fingers up (gang) I don't give no fuck about no bitch, a bitch gon' eat it up Either way, I'ma get mine, I don't play (uh-uh) I rep the five, not the six (five), but I still keep a Drac' (fah) Got money all up on my mind (yeah, yeah) Can't have no bitch in my face (uh-uh) Yeah, all I see is dollar signs and niggas on the side hatin' (yeah) (Are you worth it?) Lil' bitch Lil' checklist (are you worth it?) That's how niggas is (are you worth it?) I mean, that's how them bitches is (are you worth it?) Yeah

I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah) Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up) I don't like these bitches in my Business, I don't sneak and fuck (yeah) I might give that ho her problem, Tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah We top floor with my top off Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh) Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy) Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag) Tryna put a new ass on me (ass) I'm so damn expensive, uh He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God) I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy) She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh) I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt) I get it off, put up the re-up, then fuck up the profit (yeah) I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh) Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi) Just came from Cali', spent a hundred thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn) It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go) She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never) I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh) I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop) I'm just a dope boy from the six but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow) I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling) I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)

Dicky Fat Boy, Dicky Fat Boy I've got ninety thousand pounds in my pajamas I've got forty thousand French francs in my fridge I've got lost of lovely lira, now the deutsche mark's getting dearer And my dollar bills would buy the Brooklyn Bridge I've Got Money M-O-N-E-Y M-O M-O-N-E-Y Cash M-O-N-E-Y M-O M-O-N-E-Y Dough M-O-N-E-Y M-O M-O-N-E-Y

All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town I want an ocean view, somewhere As long as I'm next to you, I don't care I don't wanna live my life in circles I just wanna find an empty road Let's get away from here, let's go All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town (Ah, Kygo) I'm Gucci Mane, the champion I'm battling for the title (huh?) I got women say they love me I'm an American idol (wow) I don't like the practice quarter Million for recital I got fans all over in Africa Awaiting my arrival Five million, just on diamonds I call that a bridal shower 300k an hour and is really giving me power (power) Do I really love my, uh (what?) Or do I love her body? (Yah) Do she really love me? (Huh) Or do she love my money? It's Gucci! (Gucci) All of my friends are settling down They're only kids but they're married now Let's follow the lights Let's follow the crowd Baby we got to get out Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town Let's get out of this town