No Chill Lyrics – Moneybagg Yo
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Tried to dumb me down but I’m too rich to act like I was poor
Gucci store, seventy-five hundred on a leather coat
Free the bro, yeah, I probably say that shit in every song
That corner store held me down, I didn’t have nowhere else to go
We kickin’ doors, Brendan had no clothes, his mom was on the dope
We switching up, got our hands on a pistol, we started stickin’ up
Just give it up, he got a bad temper, he’ll be quick to bust
My life was rough, we wasn’t going to school, we tryna run it up
Walk to the bluff, free lil’ Jaq and D, can’t say that shit enough
Stolen truck, we got on the chase but we had got away
Antonio make it, Lupo caught the case, that shit there was crazy
Marco survived, he got in another Wraith, somebody died
I been in the streets since I was nine, for real
Think this money got me traumatized, I ain’t got no time to chill
I know if a bitch won’t, then my mama will
I can’t lie, I popped a lot of pills to get me in my mode, but I can’t take no more
All this pain, I don’t know how to feel
I was taught if you gon’ take it, go on and take it, I don’t know how to steal
Fuck the opps, we gotta kill
Slide back on the same drill
Let the stick head out the window, I’ma drive the wheel (Go)All-white my teeth, I had to travel overseas (G’s)
Lil’ bitch want a blessing, told her fu*k me ’til she sneeze (Achoo)
Baguettes in my Cartiers, they keep asking, “What are these?” (What’s that?)
CoCo from the floor up, all I rock is double-C’s (Chane’-ne’)
No slowing down, shot with BGE, we havin’ all the pounds
Ja Morant, 12, bows in the air, called him and dunked it down
He hiding out, I just got the drop, he on my side of town
I’m fresh to death, had on Balenci’ runners, but I walked ’em down (Brr)
Lil’ bitch bad, she call me daddy like I’m her father figure (Woo)
Triple beam under the bed ’cause I can’t wait to hit ’em (Can’t wait)
You know the rules, can’t bust a move if I ain’t got my pistol (Can’t do that)
Count it up a half a mil’ then get a finger blister (Blue cheese bag, ayy)
This shit ugly, shit get mad real (Mad real)
Two hitters behind me, they my adlibs (Go, go)
Put on every chain, still ain’t got time to chill (Woo)
Choose one you want, attention or a hundred mil’ (Which one?)
Niggas don’t be on shit no more, so I don’t do favors
Dior, Louis V, Amiri, I got on a few flavors (Drip)
Gang-gang, airin’ his bitch out like a food saver
He wanna be famous, fuck it, put him ‘cross the newspaper (Bow)Cuban link around my neck even though I’m a nigga, yeah
Tennis chains, I’d probably shoot my shot with Serena Williams (Yeah, yeah)
I did some shit Beyoncé way ‘fore I heard about Jigga (‘Bout Jigga)
Where I’m from, you [?][2:18], you still gotta keep a pistol
[?][2:21] (Check), [?] (Check)
Lil’, she too savage, fuckin’ her friend baby daddy
I had to crash in the trap house, that bitch had too much traffic
Had no choice, shoot the bitch like Stackhouse like when he played for the Mavericks
Geeking in the club, I’m on the [?][2:33]
She said she let me fuck, I was just finna ask my dawg hit it
I witnessed some dope boys get free, they got rich off midget
I fucked a cougar, she ain’t even know these thousand dollar britches
You can’t be playin’ with these niggas, can’t be playin’ with these hoes
All a youngin’ know is doors locked even though keys open doors
Know it’s open safe, me and my woman getting cake
No money in my pockets, I left it at the bank
Got cake on the outfit, I wore it two days
Sixteen Henny with some Hi-Tech, drank it in two days
[?][2:59]
If I die ‘fore all my opps, make sure they get spinnedAventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
Aventador, eighty-thousand, Chevrolet
Moneybagg Yo – No Chill Song Details
Song: No Chill
Singer: Moneybagg Yo
Featuring: Lil Baby & Rylo Rodriguez
Produced by: Southside
Album: Time Served (Deluxe)
Written By: Southside, Rylo Rodriguez, Lil Baby & Moneybagg Yo
Release Date: May 15, 2020