No Lover Boy Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah
Let’s go
Yeah

[Chorus]
She shakin’ ass while I’m off the Casamigo in this club
Saw my braids, she thought I was Drake, I’m a pimp, not a lover boy
She say, “Fatt, I love you, I’m not your girl, but boy, I’m the runner-up”
Ho, I ain’t come in the club to do all that shit, only came to throw twenty K in ones
Uh, bitch, shake that ass, show me cheeks and buns
Know your job to shake that ass and my job is to throw these ones
VVs in my chain, know my mouth gold like Big Pun’s
Pockets swole, thirty-thousand in ’em, look like my shit got stung

[Verse]
By a wasp, nigga
Caught his ass, flrrt, that was that fully gun
All this gold I got on me, they think I’m tied with leprechauns
He wanna laugh and joke on Live, nigga, the street shit ain’t no fun
He wasn’t laughin’ when we caught ’em, MP-90 made him run
She say, “Boy, you rich as fuck, I want you to have my son”
Bitch, just enjoy this shit, ’cause you’ll never see me after I throw these ones
I’m in the club, makin’ it rain, this shit more than fun
I ain’t the only one havin’ shit, my niggas got some
I just gave security four hundred dollars, let me sneak in two guns
I’m from West Memphis, Murder Village, nigga, I ain’t goin’ for nothin’
I’ma shoot this bitch so fast if they thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ somethin’
I’m that young nigga that always turn nothin’ to somethin’

[Chorus]
She shakin’ ass while I’m off the Casamigo in this club
Saw my braids, she thought I was Drake, I’m a pimp, not a lover boy
She say, “Fatt, I love you, I’m not your girl, but boy, I’m the runner-up”
Ho, I ain’t come in the club to do all that shit, only came to throw twenty K in ones
Uh, bitch, shake that ass, show me cheeks and buns
Know your job to shake that ass and my job is to throw these ones
VVs in my chain, know my mouth gold like Big Pun’s
Pockets swole, thirty-thousand in ’em, look like my shit got stung

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
She shakin’ ass while I’m off the Casamigo in this club
Saw my braids, she thought I was Drake, I’m a pimp, not a lover boy
She say, “Fatt, I love you, I’m not your girl, but boy, I’m the runner-up”
Ho, I ain’t come in the club to do all that shit, only came to throw twenty K in ones
Uh, bitch, shake that ass, show me cheeks and buns
Know your job to shake that ass and my job is to throw these ones
VVs in my chain, know my mouth gold like Big Pun’s
Pockets swole, thirty-thousand in ’em, look like my shit got stung