halfmari - No Reason To Give Lyrics

Yeah, I got no reason to give that bitch money
Run to the bank so damn fast that it's funny
I cannot breathe cause these demons all on me
Opps will not speak cause they scared of my tommy
I made a bitch snitch on me to her mommy
I got no stylist, but I am not lonely
She had been cheatin for years, and she told me
She cried to me, then she cried to your homie
Squirl, that boy he said, that's insane
Mari, he fly like a mof*ckin plane
Made her world cold like my name is Jermaine
Pullin her piggy tails like I'm just steerin her
Couldn't be clearer, I drive her insane
Yeah, he got gold, but that nigga so lame
He cannot get no respect from my gang
Yeah, bitch, got no respect for the game
Y'all niggas sweet, and y'all niggas the same
Mask on a nigga, I'm feelin like Bane
She ain't got a ticket, she hop on the train
I cannot f*ck on yo ho, am I crazy
I cannot f*ck her, she too crazy
I cannot trust, y'all niggas foogazy
She got that body, damn
Hit that boy with a lil' body slam
Hop on your track and I body, damn
Shootin at 12 at his body cam
He ain't report to Uncle Sam
All of these tags, feel like it's an ad
I'm gettin the guap, so niggas is mad
I know that they opps, they act like my lads
Grab on that booty and slap on her ass
I treat that bitch like her mof*ckin dad
Got me so hard, damn near ironclad
Bitch, I make all of the money I have
Never askin for no handout
Y'all ask all the time, and that shit really sad
I know y'all still talkin shit cause you really ain't rich
Y'all niggas just really just fanned out
Like, what, do you understand now
I might just pull my blam out
Why you still chasin, damn, clout
She askin for nuts, hands out
I am so quick to pull bands out
She suckin the dick, pull her pants down
How you smokin mids and can't roll
I cut your bitch and drum you like a snare
So my nigga don't play
Ready to talk on the net, but I knock at your door
Like I'm askin that boy to come play
Beat up that boy, you know I took his J's
He try actin hard, that nigga got braids
I know I'm a star, bitch, come give me praise
She askin for more, we f*ckin for days
Like Mari, he got the most bars, that's glaze
But that bop gonna say it again
Yeah, I got no reason to give that bitch money
Run to the bank so damn fast that it's funny
I cannot breathe cause these demons all on me
Opps will not speak cause they scared of my tommy
I made a bitch snitch on me to her mommy
I got no stylist, but I am not lonely
She had been cheatin for years, and she told me
She cried to me, then she cried to your homie